THERE ARE TWO WAYS of remembering. One is to make an excursion from the living present back into the dead past. The old sock remembers how things used to be when you and I were young. The faraway look in his eyes is partly the beer and partly that he’s really far away.
The other way is to summon the dead past back into the living present. The young widow remembers her husband, and he is there beside her.
When Jesus said, “Do this in remembrance of me,” (1 Corinthians 11:24) he was not prescribing a periodic slug of nostalgia.
~ Frederick Buckner
Joshua Edward Spackman Siglos
Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Last night, my family and I were looking at Josh’s photo and I said, he has that certain smile. A Mona Lisa’s smile.
Is his smile happy or sad? I would like to think that his smile is unequivocally happy. It’s not rocket science. Being surrounded by his family loving him to bits and unconditionally, of course, he is happy.
Even his eyes, the eyes will follow us no matter where we are in the room. A gaze that will make you wonder, what is he thinking? Again, happy or crappy thoughts? His thought is brilliant, a gifted mind.
We wish he is here with us to ask him: Hey Josh, what do you think of your photo? What is the meaning of your smile?
The answer will remain a mystery, more mysterious than Mona Lisa.
Josh Siglos died at a young age of 31 on April 28, 2017.