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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Monday, November 03, 2003

10:12 PM -

WAG - Ping... Pong...
Highs.............Lows.............


The last few days have been full of ups and down.

I have several good memories from the church hay ride and Rocky Horror and spending part of the day at Jessie's, but one major thing overshadows the rest.

A staff member from another hall, and a friend of mine, was in a car accident Saturday. She and two others were coming back from a staff retreat and due to poor road conditions crashed. Another friend I had in the car walked away, one is still in intensive care, but Katie died.

We were both in the Honors Learning Community in Hatch last year. We never were close, but we always seemed to stop to swap words and briefly catch up whenever we crossed paths. The last time I saw her was Wedsnesday and we did the typical exchange.

I don't know how to feel. We may have been on a first name basis, and I gave her pointers on getting a staff job, but still I feel conflicted. I probably won't shed any tears, but I still feel torn up inside.

As you can tell, I'm working my way through the cycle of loss with my typical approach of mixing gallows humor with contemplative pathos.

I know it will take time, and talking about it, and writing about it... It also means getting back to work, even if you feel a touch of survivor's remorse for still getting up and breathing every morning.

It's not fun...but it's life. And I need to make the most of it while we can.

'We_miss_you_Katie'


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