Sunday, August 21, 2011
August 21, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
Snow Angels
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I've started trying to live as if. The people I've met, places I've been, and opportunities I've had along the way- incredible. The best part is, it's only been a handful of months since I started this experiment. The more grateful I become for what is surrounding me, the more great things that come my way. Watch what happens.
I'm not trying to preach that this is the answer to grief, but it makes things just a touch easier, for me at least. It makes me more aware of the wealth of love that does and has existed in my life, and it's pretty hard to beat that.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Brunch and Fried Donut-Animal Sandwiches
A few of us got together last Sunday to share some big Taige-like bear hugs, and a little brunch. It was great to see lots of people who loved Taige together, it was a nice comfort if nothing else. Well, until someone busted out the donuts that is. Then all I remember is thinking about stomach aches.... hopefully the photo below explains :)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
One Year Later...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I bought tickets to see MGMT and Passion Pit this spring and summer. I'll live it up a little extra hard for you.
In this world of uncertainties, one thing's for sure. You continue to live on within everyone you've touched, and that brings us together and it helps us when we wish we could hear your laughter or see your smile.
Til next time...
Friday, February 26, 2010
From Carly Otte
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Ultimate Hedonist
You were the ultimate hedonist (I love the etymology—from the Greek delight, pleasure). And I say that only with love. You lived every day with the intention of having fun, getting the most out of life, and surrounding yourself with people who you loved and who loved you. Michel Onfray describes hedonism as “…an introspective attitude to life based on taking pleasure yourself and pleasuring others, without harming yourself or anyone else.” I can’t think of anything that better describes you. I learned to apply that concept to my own life when I met you. You helped me live with intention and to take risks and to be a little crazy. You got so much out of your life and inspired those around you to do the same.
I find myself in a rut right now, in the cold grayness of Michigan…I feel like I am not living my life to the fullest, I feel like I have somewhat isolated myself. It’s frustrating and I can’t seem to do anything about it despite being aware of it. I miss you. Whenever I see a picture of you my heart skips a beat. Whenever I see your name spelled out, or when I hear it spoken, my stomach knots up. What I’d give to be able to talk to you, see you, feel you next to me again…
I know I’ll get better, and I know it takes time. But I’ll never forget the times we shared or what I learned from knowing you. And for now, I hold onto everything you brought to my life and give thanks. Missing you always.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Home Again
maybe death isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light wrapping itself around us —
as soft as feathers —
that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking,
and shut our eyes, not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow,
that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light —
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.
So I'm trying to shift from the darkness and instead hold onto the light you created in this world, the light that shines within all of us who love you. I know it will take time, but I know it will happen.
Beth and I took another snow hike today. At one point we sat down on the snow in a clearing of trees and talked about you. Suddenly Beth said, "By now, if Taige were here, he'd have made a bunch of snowballs and thrown them at us! SOS!" Later on we walked by a lone pine tree whose needles were just perfectly covered in snow; it had collected on them at an angle due to the direction of the wind. It was so beautiful! We felt your presence there today. We saw your light.
So keep it coming, Taige. Lots of love.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I think you are making your rounds!
Immediately, after I found out about your death, I was in visiting my pastor at our church. I was telling her all about you, and the great loss I was feeling. She said something that I'll never forget. She explained to me that when someone passes on, we do not stop having a relationship with them. The relationship continues on, it just changes. I get that now! Whether your memory comes in the middle of the night in the form of a dream, or some how, some way your spirit can speak to us when our subconscious lets it...I don't know. But I do know all of your friends and family continue to have a relationship with you. Some how, some way. And for that...I'm thankful.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Always a good host, always.
I love and miss you.
La Telaraña
Son las cuatro de la mañana y de nuevo no puedo dormir.
Todavía no lo entiendo, no lo puedo entender, no lo puedo internalizar.
Como las olas entregándose a la playa, el dolor de tu ausencia vuelve y me deja inconsolable.
En vida, tejías una telaraña fuerte e intrincada de tus amigos
Personas únicas; cada una ofrecía algo distinto.
Personas que nunca se conocieran si no te hubieran conocido.
Y como una araña tejiendo, las noticias de tu muerte extendieron lejos
Las personas en mi propia telaraña—en todas partes del mundo, algunos que nunca te conocieron—me ofrecieron sus pensamientos y sus corazones.
Pero a veces me siento como una polilla, sofocada en esta telaraña.
No hay nada que decir.
No sé cómo sentir.
Pero, como tú hacías en tu vida, voy a tratar a ver lo bueno en todo.
Y la próxima vez que veo una telaraña, perfecta, delicada, magnífica, con unas gotitas de rocío
Pensaré de ti, y una sonrisa vendrá a mi cara.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
dream
Salmon Toss
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving
Thank you for being my Anam Cara.
Missing you, thinking of you, always.
With love and gratitude,
Shai
November 25
November 21
How am I ever going to function like a normal person? Everything reminds me of you- people we both know, the sound of someone’s voice, drinks, fabrics, music, walking anywhere in this town that has started to feel suffocating. In every instance I forget its not you, and you wont ever be there again. I’m at work and I think I hear your voice, people mentioning your name. It’s so hard to understand, to really take a hold of the fact that you are gone; sometimes I think it might be easier not to try to see eye to eye with reality. Maybe I could just float around for a few years like a zombie, watching my life as a movie. I would feel less, it would become easier to do normal things.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
From Jordan Hasquet
It has been tough being overseas and not being able to show my love back home for Taige and be there for Aunty Lin, Kelly, and Parker. I want you guys all to know that I am praying for you and love you lots. My mom just told me about this website and I got on as soon as I could.
Taige I just wanted to thank you for being such a good friend to my brother and I when we were younger. I know we didn't keep in touch as much as the years went on but I will never forget the boy I grew up with. We had some great days riding bikes, sledding, swimming at grandpa and grandma's, camping out in your back yard, getting slushies at Mini-mart, and just plain causing trouble. These are all memories that will never fade from my mind. Needless to say you also turned out to be quite the amazing guy. Just look at all these people you had a great impact on.
You will be missed greatly,
Your Cuz,
Jordan
From Erin Kerns
From Devlin Devore
Friday, November 20, 2009
So Much Love
Taige,
I remember meeting you for the first time at the Bitter bar. You were standing at the bar with James Lee and a group of your friends, booming and laughing together. You were obstructing the aisle, and I kept squeezing past you more frequently than was necessary (“Oh, don’t mind me, I’ll just slide past you here.”). At some point, you smiled warmly, if not suspiciously, and stopped me to introduce yourself (you must have found my shameless lack of finesse and feigned innocence endearing). I don’t remember much of the content of that first conversation, but I remember being impressed and seduced by how big you seemed in body and personality. I was so comfortable with you right off the bat, and after our first hug that night I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to be in your expansive embrace (now too, and more than ever). I was smitten...
I was immediately attracted to your bouncy enthusiasm and bright lopsided perfect smile. I admired your ability to lead with grace and set the mood of the room with your effortless warmth that you shared with everyone you encountered. You would introduce me two and three times to all of your friends (“do you know my friend Mel, she is incredible!” “Taige, I work with Mel, and yes she’s incredible.”) because it was so important to you that the people you loved all loved each other too. I came to respect your strength, your honesty, and the constancy of your moral compass. And I especially relished the times that you shared your sadness and distress with me, because (and I loved this about you) you were so filled with an indelible optimism that only very infrequently would allow for an authentic expression of sadness. I miss your affection. I want to lavish hugs and kisses on you. I am honored and grateful that you were so vulnerable with me. I wish circumstances had been different, and that I had been better for you.
Taige, I have never met someone so generous with his love and warmth as you. I will do all I can to learn from your tremendous example.
Thank you. I love you. And I will miss you for the rest of my days.
Chris
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Hi Richard.
The love you found in me.
There's a black crow sitting across from me;
his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?
He came into my life when he asked Erin to unlock the front door to Centro before a dinner shift to let me into the building. I was standing on the sidewalk outside, completely fed up with my day job and armed with my restaurant resume. We sat across from one another at table #83 for twenty minutes. He pretended to look over my references but what we really talked about was music, Napoleon Dynamite, our favorite places to eat in Boulder, and how we both attended the University of Hawaii during the same years. At the end of this "interview," he gave me the fiercest hand shake and told me he just needed to make a couple of phone calls. An hour later he called to offer me a serving job.
Taige was my manager at first but quickly became one of my closest friends. When you talked to him, you were fully heard. He wouldn't break eye contact for a second, making you feel like the only person in the entire world. After the sad and bitter end of my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, he pulled me out of my own personal darkness over and over with his infamous hugs, with coin style margaritas, with laughter and prodding and tough love. When I sprained and fractured my foot, he immediately called around to cover all of my shifts and called and texted me regular reminders to keep it elevated and iced. He's responsible for the words "Clare Bear" on all of my receipts for customers, though he only called me "Bear" or "the slow one." We'd make one another laugh until our cheeks hurt. He had the best, throw-your-head-back laugh. We e-mailed one another .mp3's and links to download different albums because we loved the same music. He introduced me to some of my favorite bands.
On my 26th birthday he demanded that I join him on the West End rooftop with Travis, Paige, and Cristiano for tall PBRs and shots. We laughed at Kittens Inspired by Kittens on Youtube (on his iPhone) until we had tears in our eyes. Besides dinner with the family, I hadn't had any solid plans for that evening. Because of Taige, it turned out to be one of my best birthdays ever.
During the summer we went to the lake by Wesley's house. We drank cheap champagne out of cups and put our feet in the water. We sat on the dock with our friends and sang the theme song from Dawson's Creek. We rented busses to fill with friends and danced at shows. We shared little bowls of enchilada sauce and rice with chips when we were too tired to order anything else at the end of an evening.
Taige taught me what it meant to really love food, how to pair it with wine, how to talk to people in a way that made them feel welcomed and at home-- both at work and outside of Centro. He taught me what it meant to be passionate about my surroundings. Over the past few months he had been assessing and filtering out the boys that were unworthy of my affection, calling them "dirty birds."
This past summer, he interviewed a potential candidate for the part time manager position. They sat on the patio with coffee. Travis and I were setting up for the brunch shift and observing Taige's closed off body language-- legs crossed, leaning back, one hand over his mouth. It was a rare pose for him. Even though we could only hear snippets of the conversation, we could easily tell that the guy wouldn't be considered. When the man left that morning, Taige told us how important it was to him to find someone who truly grasped what we are all about-- great people, amazing food, excellent service, a strong and unconditional sense of family. I've worked in a dozen restaurants in my young life and put myself through college waiting tables. That said, never have I ever worked for a person whom I believed in so completely and entirely.
What will stay with me for the rest of my life is this: if you and one other person have Taige in common, you don't need anything else in order to be family. He was and will be the glue for so many people that would have never given one another the time of day under ordinary circumstances. I will strive to be that kind of person, to be that open to the world, to tie other beautiful lives together. My dream is to be half as courageous with my heart as he was. Knowing him will continue to be one of my biggest honors.
One Favorite Place...
My feet are dragging!
October 2000. We both just started our freshmen year in college. You were in Missoula, I was in Colorado. A few months in, we decided it was time you came down for a visit. I remember being so happy to see you! Our agenda: Six Flags! I don't remember anything about our time at six flags except one thing...it trumps all other possible memories. You convinced me (of course) to go on that scary rollar coaster where people's feet hang down with nothing below them. I HATE rollar coasters...but you talked me into it. We got on. I'm scared out of my mind....and you of course are laughing. So the ride begins. Up...up...up. Click click click click. Oh boy. zoooOOOOMMMM! Down we go! You of course....hands in the air, screaming. Me...jaw clenched tight, eyes closed. Then:
You said, "Katie! My feet are dragging my feet are dragging!"
Me, "whatever Taige! Don't tell me that! I'm freaked out."
You, "No! Really...my feet are dragging on the ground!"
The rest of the ride consisted of you yelling about your feet and me trying hard not believe you. We got off the ride...finally!
You said again, "Katie....seriously, my feet were dragging on the ground! Look!"
Then you lifted up your foot...and yes...there it was. The rubber on your shoes had been scrapped down to the fabric of your shoe! I couldn't believe it! Each time the rollar coaster dipped down close to the ground, everyone else's feet were a safe distance from the ground below, but you on the other hand...not at all! Even the rollar coaster designers didin't account for a man of your size! You were a giant indeed. I think you were just too big for this world....your heart...your soul, all too big for this world. Now you are in a place, where you can stretch your legs out...even on a rollar coaster.
Note: The story would later develop in me making you go on that rollar coaster... :)...it always made a better story anyway (I can hear you now, "no,...you made me go on that thing!").
What was your secret?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Free
You told me people could not normally keep up with your large stride.
I pushed a little harder.
On the way down, you all of a sudden began to run
I ran too.
Faster, faster [now you could not keep up with me!]
As I ran, I shook my head from side to side
I felt the fresh air filling my lungs
I smiled.
I felt thrilled.
I felt fulfilled.
I felt free.
Now too
Your soul is
Free.
Cada Día
intentando sacar el dolor de mi alma.
Cada día alguien me habla de ti
intentando explicarme que ya no volverás.
Pero de noche, cuando ya no hay luz
cuando todos se van,
tú caminas despacio entre mis sueños y estás.
No eres solo un recuerdo
yo te siento tan cerca que pareces real.
Y después te vas
cuando yo despierte
tu ausencia vendrá.
Cada día alguien me habla de ti
y me dice que el tiempo es una rueda girando.
Cada día yo podría subir
después de tocar fondo si girara también.
Pero de noche cuando ya no hay luz
cuando todos se van,
tú caminas despacio entre mis sueños y estás.
No eres solo un recuerdo
yo te siento tan cerca que pareces real.
Y después te vas
cuando yo despierte
tu ausencia vendrá.
Larger Than Life
You used to just pick people up—in the middle of the street, at the restaurant, wherever.
You would make every person you were with feel like they were the most important person in the world.
Your energy, exuberance, and charisma flowed out of you like electricity, ready to enliven those around you.
Everything about you was big. Your body, your smile, your heart, your generosity, your sense of adventure, your compassion for others, your loyalty to those you loved, and above all, your spirit.
And your spirit lives on in all of us…for it is
Larger than life.