Questioning

Had another "missing Doug" moment this evening. HCL recently had a friend take his own life (here in Orlando), and HCL's been blogging about his reactions, so I imagine loss was on my mind already. But, of all places, I got dinner-to-go from the Lake Buena Vista Chick-Fil-A, and as I was leaving, driving by the dining room windows, I flashed back to any number of lunches Doug and I took there. In the past couple of years, it was about all we got to see of each other. I'd finally gotten to where visiting the inside bar at the 'Moon wasn't melancholy, but this one hit me out of the blue.

It also served to bring back a string of questions that I almost blogged late last week, but the weekends' frivolity had helped me forget / ignore / push aside:

What do you want out of life?
What do you want to be remembered for?
How do you want to be remembered?
Do you want to be remembered?
Does it matter?