The first last anniversary
Today, January 14, is Pierce’s 28th birthday. It’s also the one year anniversary of Joellen’s passing. Yep, the same day.
Diana and I drove up to Columbia to surprise Pierce at his birthday dinner, and it worked fabulously. Later in the night I also had a couple drinks from his Blue Label birthday present, which has helped make this 22 hour day totally worth it.
At one point, Pierce’s roommate asked if I had any embarrassing Pierce stories to tell. Of course, burrito, being the most famous, had been told to death. Besides a couple other anecdotes, I had nothing substantial to add to the lore.
I spent 5 years of my life with Pierce, with him far more than I probably should have. Where have all the stories gone?
And what about all of the other stories from my youth and my during my now? Who is going to remember these things and what happens when the memories are gone?