Jason Vincion
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Remembrance
Posted 2017-03-27.

It was seven years ago today that I had to put my childhood cat, Mouse, to sleep.

He lived to be 18 years and 7 months old before tongue cancer got the better of him, so I was able to be part of his life from the age of 11 to the age of 30.

He was there to help me through all of the emotional struggles I had growing up, and through the heartbreaks, setbacks, and failures of my 20s.

Though it hasn't been all sunshine and roses since his passing, I was starting to get my head on straight about six months or so before he passed.

While I use my birthday to plan the upcoming year (I've been rather accurate so far), I use today to reflect upon how life has moved forward since his passing.

However, I've already documented a lot of what has happened since then – a great deal of it is in the Opportunity article, and a lot of the rest can be read in all the other articles.

So, it seems fitting that I will create an ambient piece in memory of his memory, and I will post a link to it once it is finished. Here it is:


I've already written two other pieces for him (in 2010 and 2011), so what harm is there in creating another one?

I must say though – seven years seems like such a long time ago.

The memories of everything I was doing at the time he passed (working full-time, getting up at 3:30 AM every weekday to work on a previous incarnation of this website, running a record label, creating lots of abstract musical pieces, working out a lot and staying below 200 pounds) are still available to me in archives, but it seems like who I was back then is a lot different than who I am now, even though the differences are subtle – I certainly was a bit more ambitious back then.

The reason I was more ambitious is that I had a job that did not satisfy me as a person, which has been rectified – even if I do spend a lot of my time in a basement.

I can't tell what the future holds, but as time marches on, it seems that my memories of Mouse and the comfort he gave me will be treasured for the rest of my days, even if the events that transpired while he was with me continue to fade.

I still miss you, buddy.


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