To day is the day that will go down in the analls ? anals? of history as the day the infamous and amazing Rev. R Large graced the earth with his presence.
30 something years ago... A day that has forever changed the course of man kind!
Happy Birthday Bucketman! I love you!
- Mophead
Monday, April 16, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Grief
We all handle our grief in different ways- I find that I cope with anger. Not the best of coping mechanisms. When the grief is ours alone to cope with, it is easier to let it all out, but when you are in a figure of some authority and must help others to cope it is downright impossible for me to know what to do.
This weekend one of my students was killed in a car accident. She was 21 years old. Born in 1986- 1986! I can remember 1986- people born in 1986 are not supposed to die. It's wrong. It's against nature. It sucks and I'm angry.
Megan was a wonderful woman. Friendly and amazing. She was kind to all and liked by all. So can anyone tell me why the hell she, of all people, is dead? No. No one can- I know that, I understand that and I hate that.
I sit here angry and realize that I am writing all about me- my anger, my grief... How selfish... I should write about her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her intelligence. Her beauty. She was a tech student, one of the rare ones. She wanted to learn all she could and always made an effort to be her best. She cared deeply for her family, her friends and her fiancee. How can I sit here and use my breath to complain? I'm sorry Megan- I'm so sorry.
I try to pray- and if I can, I pray that she feels no pain and is free from anger. Her face keeps flashing before my mind and I can't help but think she'll walk in through my shop doors any minute with 2 cups of tea and a smile.
Oh god- why?
This weekend one of my students was killed in a car accident. She was 21 years old. Born in 1986- 1986! I can remember 1986- people born in 1986 are not supposed to die. It's wrong. It's against nature. It sucks and I'm angry.
Megan was a wonderful woman. Friendly and amazing. She was kind to all and liked by all. So can anyone tell me why the hell she, of all people, is dead? No. No one can- I know that, I understand that and I hate that.
I sit here angry and realize that I am writing all about me- my anger, my grief... How selfish... I should write about her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her intelligence. Her beauty. She was a tech student, one of the rare ones. She wanted to learn all she could and always made an effort to be her best. She cared deeply for her family, her friends and her fiancee. How can I sit here and use my breath to complain? I'm sorry Megan- I'm so sorry.
I try to pray- and if I can, I pray that she feels no pain and is free from anger. Her face keeps flashing before my mind and I can't help but think she'll walk in through my shop doors any minute with 2 cups of tea and a smile.
Oh god- why?
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