it's funny. day by day, nothing seems to change. but when you look back, nothing's the same.
three years sounds like nothing. thirty six months sounds like a bit more. one hundred fifty six weeks, or one thousand ninety two days, or twenty six thousand and eight minutes... that sounds like a lot. because it is. three years is an awful long time, filled with a lot of memories. full of road trips and parties, mistakes and arguments, apologies and long notes, and everything in between.
the movie "rent" has got the right idea... the main theme is "how do you measure a year?" it offers the ideas of measuring a year "in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife...in diapers, report cards, in spoke wheels, in speeding tickets, in contracts, in dollars, in funerals, in births". but eventually it concludes in the question asking us to measure our life in love. which is exactly what leslie taught us while she was here - and what she's still teaching us now.
if you ask anyone who knew leslie if she had an impact on their life, you will get an immediate and profoundly certain yes as your answer. no one could know her, for any amount of time, without her making their day a little brighter, their confidence a little higher, their optimism for the world a little more prominent. she made everything seem better. sometimes three years seems like yesterday. sometimes three years seems like it never happened, like it was only a dream. either way, three years has taught us a lot.
