I just got word that an SPU friend was struck by a car and killed while crossing Aurora Avenue in Seattle. I had known her since my freshman year. I wouldn’t say we were close friends, but I was invited to her wedding. She was one of the sweetest girls, and she married a very wonderful guy. They got married in May I think.
I have no doubts that she’s in a better place now, but my prayers are with her husband. I can’t even imagine the pain he is going through now.
(12/10/04) Adding some more thoughts . . .
As I read through the news after learning of her death, I had a real expectation that I was going to see her death being reported on my news sites. Of course it wasn’t going to be reported in the national news. It wasn’t important to the rest of the world. But it was important to me, and for some reason I was expecting the rest of the world to feel the same.
As I take my finals, I invaribly get some things wrong. So far I’ve discovered one thing wrong with each final I’ve taken. I can’t tell you how unbelievably frustrating it is for me when I realize that I got a question wrong or largely wrong. I’ve been fortunate that both of the questions weren’t worth a lot of points. However, I’m trying to keep myself in perspective here. I know somebody who lost his wife after being married for less than a year. This is true tragedy. Getting a couple of questions wrong on a test are so far removed from the realm of tragedy that it’s pathetic I’m even giving my failures more than a moment’s thought.
I feel that the the full impact of her death hasn’t really hit yet. Or maybe I haven’t let it hit yet. Or maybe I can’t let it hit yet.