Soulful contemplation had originally induced me to write something about Derek today.  It has now been one year since his death.  In fact, as I sit here writing this now, it is approximately the same time of day at which his family called to let me know.

I considered writing something reflective like I did for his birthday earlier this year.  I considered a poetic composition.  Or perhaps a timorous introspective.  Or an angry rebuke of…  But I digress.  I even considered — albeit quite briefly — writing a decorous triumph speech regaling my own forward momentum over the last year. (Whatever that means.)

Alas, there will be no such post, unless one considers this post to be that post.

No, there will be no such emotional exploration, no personal or shared trip down memory lane, no reminiscences, no public commemoration.  I am too tired at present, still trying to leave behind a summer cold, and lack the emotional strength to delve into such an undertaking.  Life has been too eventful and hectic of late to provide me with sufficient opportunity for recovery and repose.  It is for this reason that I ultimately decided not to put serious consideration into writing a long-winded soliloquy on this particular occasion.

Time marches on, however, and this has helped.  So has the hectic pace of my life over the last year and the seemingly endless supply of priorities both personal and professional.

I intend to forgo attempting to verbalize here a memorial of some making and shall instead enjoy the company of personal remembrances on this tolerably melancholy anniversary.