and so it goes 

i don't remember the first time i saw him. which strikes me as odd since i've had a crush on him for as long as i can remember. i couldn't have been more than seven when i became mesmerized by his wispy brown hair, his caring, knowing eyes, slightly angular face, and voice that oozed comfort. he was my ideal man: smart, witty, handsome, brave, and compassionate. i saw him every day and stared unabashedly with the dreamy eyes of a school girl. it was in this time that he formed the mold by which all men would be judged.

even in my adulthood, i continued to refer to him. when the world was drowning in chaos, he was my anchor. my life preserve. my sanity. he helped me sort through the devastation, the heartbreak, and the fear. he showed me where to find the hope, the courage, and the love within myself to get through even the darkest hour. he was peter jennings. without him, i'm not sure how to face the world.  ¶ 8:38 AM |