Sign of the Times

2 YEARS, 8 MONTHS, 4 DAYS

There is still a hope in my heart that some day we will know the end of this story. Periodically, George or Mike show up down at Carter's. Mike is so drugged out of his mind, he doesn't even remember meeting me from one visit to the next and reintroduces himself to me each time. Clearly, one can see that any hope of contacting Clint through Mike is fruitless. Life has passed on and things have changed. I am a different person than I was almost 3 years ago when I met Clint on that busy street corner one fateful night.

I realize now that things sometimes happen for reasons that we don't quite understand. I wrote 67 songs about the experience, some of which we are in the process of trying to sell; one of which is about to end up on Neptune's Favor's EP and be shopped to radio stations and labels all over the country. Perhaps this alone was the reason for our meeting?

And then there is the story of Carter. If it were not for Clint, we would have never been led to Carter in the first place. And how might our lives be different now? And still, there is always the possibility that the Clint that Carter claimed to know was never the one I actually met. Afterall, he has never produced a picture and we relied on his description and his faith alone.

The real question is: does any of this really matter? Clearly, we were not meant to know Clint when I first crossed his path those many days ago. From the very beginning, psychics have told me that it could be close to 4 years before our paths would ever cross again. This baffled everyone at the time of the prediciton. Afterall, we had Carter. It was only a matter of time before Clint showed back up a the shop. But here 2 years and 8 months later, that has not been the case. In fact, some have said that when we did meet again, it would not even be a the shop.

I do believe that we are meant to have an ending to this story someday. And maybe that is a few more years from now. When I do see him, I will simply thank him for the songs. Life moved on without and apart from him drastically, but still, that will never change the fact that he inspired all of those beautiful melodies and words.

And so his memory passes away into the back of our hearts and our minds...always somewhere there in the midst of everything, but no longer the forefront our our thoughts...

Until we know the way the story ends...

Find Peace.

Debbie