icarustar

Yesterday I took a 4 hr final exam, immediately afterwards found out a classmate had died earlier this week. I wasn't a close friend of his, but I knew him, served on a committee with him, and had a few classes together. He was a friendly, upbeat guy who never said anything bad about anybody. I always said hi to him in the halls. He laughed at my jokes. It's so weird. It's so weird when young people randomly die. It's not like old people--and I don't mean to be crass. I wonder when the last time I saw him was, whether I said hi. He died in his apartment, apparently, though we don't know the cause of death yet. I wonder if it was suicide--would be surprising because he always seemed happy. I think it affected me more than my friends. I guess I knew him better. Makes me wonder how the school would react if I died...who would be suprised, sad, flumoxed, devastated. It's amazing that life just continues on...wounds heal...people forget...and the living keep on.


I'll miss you, Z. Hope you went out okay, hope where ever you are that things are okay. You had a lot of friends down here. Sorry I didn't know you better when you were alive.