“A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.”
In a short moment, Mark came and went. It seems as if the time has quickly been evacuated between the moment of his 2am CMH arrival and finally seeing him wave goodbye. I could write of all the things we did, but it wouldn’t capture the quality of the time we were able to spend together. Some things are meant to be shared only with those who were there to experience it.
When I lived with Mark, it was somewhat bittersweet to say goodbye as he went to the Navy. On one hand, I knew he was doing the right thing for his life. And yet, on the other, I knew our time was coming to a close. The bitter part was that Mark and I were able to have the best of times in a very short period of time. When I say “best of times” I mean every bit of it. We experienced life during those days; opportunities and experiences that many people will never quite understand. From food to fights, we hit life hard.
It’s hard not to think of the times where Mark, Travis, and I were able to bond and grow close as brothers. We were able to experience life. We tasted a life that is rare to find; real, raw, and victorious. Sitting here, it’s often hard to feel like a conquerer when you realize your fellow warriors are not close at hand. However, that’s the life that is ahead; each and every one of us have our separate battles that are to be fought, and we no longer need each other for strength or close encouragement, as we have learned to stand tall on our own two feet. We can now share in the victories that are to come, rather than simply the fight.