I cried for her
Last night, I was so upset that a student alumna past away last week on Friday, during the students celebrate of Unofficial St. Patrick's Day. That's the day where anyone who cares to drink starts at 7 am and lasts until whenever you decide.
There was only a short little excerpt about her on the front page of the newspaper. It said that she died at 11:53pm on a motorcycle accident, the driver of the motor was apparently intoxicated. She was wearing a green shirt that said, "Unofficial St. Patrick's Day." She died of head trauma about 3 hours later.
She didn't have to die. Really. I laid in bed seriously disturbed. I went online to search for her through google and I found her Xanga page. (It's another journal blog).
www.xanga.com/carebear83
Her friends there are already saying goodbye to her. Telling her to Rest in Peace.
Who knew that this would happen? She lived such a good life. Had recently found the love of God and was living her life for him. I found a testimonial of hers that talked about her years as an undergrad and finding her way to God. She had great dreams, was in her first year as a Grad student at UPenn.
I was really sad, but I didn't think I would cry. I laid there, thinking about the fragileness of everything a human life consists of. How life is so good one moment and the next it's gone. People will miss another's passing. I realize that she'll never come back. Never. People say, "never say never", but in this case, I think it is okay to say that she is NEVER going to come back.
I don't think I could ever understand why death should happen to young people like her. Why death? Is death a form of punishment? or release to a greater path?
I was contemplating all this with my g/f and she cracked a joke that had me laughing so hard. The next moment, there were tears streaming and I couldn't stop crying for the girl. I was frustrated and angry at what had happened. She just didn't know. Her plan was to go back to school this next week and continue on with her studies. She was only visiting her alma mater, She didn't know that this was going to be the last place she sees.
I hope she rests in peace.
There was only a short little excerpt about her on the front page of the newspaper. It said that she died at 11:53pm on a motorcycle accident, the driver of the motor was apparently intoxicated. She was wearing a green shirt that said, "Unofficial St. Patrick's Day." She died of head trauma about 3 hours later.
She didn't have to die. Really. I laid in bed seriously disturbed. I went online to search for her through google and I found her Xanga page. (It's another journal blog).
www.xanga.com/carebear83
Her friends there are already saying goodbye to her. Telling her to Rest in Peace.
Who knew that this would happen? She lived such a good life. Had recently found the love of God and was living her life for him. I found a testimonial of hers that talked about her years as an undergrad and finding her way to God. She had great dreams, was in her first year as a Grad student at UPenn.
I was really sad, but I didn't think I would cry. I laid there, thinking about the fragileness of everything a human life consists of. How life is so good one moment and the next it's gone. People will miss another's passing. I realize that she'll never come back. Never. People say, "never say never", but in this case, I think it is okay to say that she is NEVER going to come back.
I don't think I could ever understand why death should happen to young people like her. Why death? Is death a form of punishment? or release to a greater path?
I was contemplating all this with my g/f and she cracked a joke that had me laughing so hard. The next moment, there were tears streaming and I couldn't stop crying for the girl. I was frustrated and angry at what had happened. She just didn't know. Her plan was to go back to school this next week and continue on with her studies. She was only visiting her alma mater, She didn't know that this was going to be the last place she sees.
I hope she rests in peace.
posted by extreMEly at 11:36 AM
2 Comments:
So sorry to hear about this. It is at times like this, when you are wrestling with issues of life and death and grief, that you can see most clearly, and are most vividly, and yet painfully, alive.
Student deaths are always pretty rough.
Crying isn't weakness. It proves you can feel.
Hope you feel better soon.
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