update: marriage advice from an eighth grade graduate.

Warning: In order for this to make sense and more enjoyable, read this.

Also, this happened quite a while ago - I just never posted the update to the story. No, I'm not engaged. Really? Come on. If that's what were here hoping to read, you can stop reading now.

A few months after Devin's dating advice came about, he soon realized that July 30th was a little bit of a stretch for me. My marriage assignment deadline was then extended to November 13th. Early November, I went to Devin's to hang out while his mom took a day to get things done. The first thing he asked me when I walked in his room was "Hey, Pink. How's that marriage assignment coming along?"

Really? I can't even get a hello?

I updated him on the dating situation in my life. I don't think he quite understood why I hadn't asked the next worthy available guy if he was interested in marriage. He was so confident it would get me married.

I could tell that Dev was a little disappointed in me when he said, "well, I guess I will start including you in my prayers." really? I worry them all that much...

He then reviewed with me the advice he had given me earlier that summer, prayed for me and extended my deadline.

Adorable proof, right here:




Dang, I miss him.

Go Rest High On That Mountain

It's been a month since Devin passed away. It's the strangest feeling. It's finally starting to feel real, and it's not a feeling I love, but one I need to accept. The smallest memories make me cry. And some make me laugh.  It feels like part of me is missing. But also that it is still there. Kind of like how he is now. Gone, but here.  I'll miss that boy forever and ever, but he'll always have a big piece of my heart. Just for him.