Around here we always say to each other “Don’t forget to remind me…” It’s a running joke. Don’t forget to remind me to pick Kenny up or put the mail in the mail box. If I forget to do something then I can just brush it off and say “Well you didn’t remember to remind me!” Sometimes as I am enjoying the simple things life has to offer and I find myself somewhere with a breeze in my hair and a little smile on my face I hear that voice in the back of my head saying “Remember J.T.?” That little voice never forgets to remember to remind me. It sends me off onto another course of thought that makes me want to remind everyone around me that I AM thinking of him and I DO remember, instantly sucking the joy out of any situation.

I guess in truth I’m not actually worried that I would ever forget but I am consumed with the fear that somebody around me might. I guess my actions are my little way of remembering to remind them that he is still just as important as he was when he was here. Perhaps they haven’t forgotten either they have just found a way to have the best of both worlds, his sweet memories mixed with the joy that life still offers. Maybe just maybe I should remind myself to remember that.