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gun_smoke_blue) wrote2011-01-31 11:30 pm
gun_smoke_blue) wrote2011-01-31 11:30 pm
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Hum-drum days
Nothing much to report on the home front. The University held a memorial service for Jeffrey a couple weeks ago; I went, and listened to his professors and family talk about his life. So many people loved this boy; the chapel where we held the gathering was full--people were eventually forced to stand against the walls during the service.
This is the first time someone I was friends with died. I feel numb, a little. It's hard to think that he's gone. There's a hole in the universe he should have filled with his presence, and it feels like I'm getting punched in the stomach every time I open up my email and his username is the first thing that pops up in my chat box. I can't bring myself to delete it; whenever I move my mouse over the chat box his picture pops up. He's staring right at the camera in this photo; eyes crossed, tongue out, completely un-self-conscious like he always was.
I miss him.
My friends online and in real-life have been wonderfully supportive, and I'm extremely happy that I know such amazing people. I'm getting my life back on track, bit by bit. Classes haven't let up at all; it's a relief, almost, to lose myself in the work.
Winter has hit Rochester hard this year; every time I step out of the dorms it's like getting punched repeatedly in the face with an angry snowball. I'm looking forward to spring, and new beginnings.
This is the first time someone I was friends with died. I feel numb, a little. It's hard to think that he's gone. There's a hole in the universe he should have filled with his presence, and it feels like I'm getting punched in the stomach every time I open up my email and his username is the first thing that pops up in my chat box. I can't bring myself to delete it; whenever I move my mouse over the chat box his picture pops up. He's staring right at the camera in this photo; eyes crossed, tongue out, completely un-self-conscious like he always was.
I miss him.
My friends online and in real-life have been wonderfully supportive, and I'm extremely happy that I know such amazing people. I'm getting my life back on track, bit by bit. Classes haven't let up at all; it's a relief, almost, to lose myself in the work.
Winter has hit Rochester hard this year; every time I step out of the dorms it's like getting punched repeatedly in the face with an angry snowball. I'm looking forward to spring, and new beginnings.