When all is said and done, what do you wish you had said and done?

Without producing new content, being innovative and churning out new orders and designs, you become obsolete. Perhaps you remain frozen in the past. But what good is that? Don’t you want to be as many things as possible so that when you do finally end your life in this dimension the imprint you left on the world won’t be bland but mind shaping?

Dear Jack arrived today in my mail box. I put it in my computer and settled back to take it in with a box of kleenex and a blanket.

The interviews he conducted with himself were so candid and his explanation on the band name is heartbreaking. Ever since 2005 his voice has only evolved to a better souniding creation. He's only 22 in this DVD. That's so young and he is so talented and brave and had already had an amazing career with Something Corporate.

The tears first started when he started to shave his hair off and he's talking about a dream he had the night before and how he expects only his closest friends to be there in the end when he finally beats the cancer.

I love the interviews with his family and the old family photos that are dispersed throughout the movie. I started crying when Kelly, his girlfriend, is talking and his journal entrys depicting how much he misses her are flashing on the screen and they're talking about how incomplete they feel without each other. Then of course it doesn't help my crying when the next scene is the two of them curled up in a hospital bed after he just had a chemo treatment and he can't kiss her becausee, in his words, "has the chemo in me". And he says that so casually and then he says it again slower and you can see the meaning of that sort of sink into him and he stares off into space and his eyes go glassy. And then he takes a lint roller and rubs it against his head and his hair just falls out on to it and that just seems so tragic. From that point on, whenever his sister or girlfriend talks I start to cry even harder.

One of the saddest parts is when his mom says, "Some of those days I looked at him and i thought, 'You will never be standing on that piano again, screaming at those kids, holding out that microphone.'"

I currently have 1,013 words. I need at least 654 more to be done for the day. And I have to write a western civ ap essay. Eek.