Lost...
10/18/2015
Tuna Massacre - the cactus fruit, not the fish
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Just a Phase - self-portrait of my teenage years
These past few weeks have come with their share of shock and sadness.
I've tried to avoid violence this fall, unlike most other years, when my love of scary movies usually takes over. Still, extreme violence has found its way into my life - and real life horror is far worse than that shown on the screen. |
I will not repeat the details here, though I know they will stick with me for a long time. If you knew her, you probably know the details already (and if you don't, be wiser than I was and don't go searching). If you didn't know her, it would be no worse than a movie, anyway.
I knew her. I also knew her son, her killer. We were in the same class for some years, including when we had her for our teacher.
In the event of a death of an acquaintance - someone close enough to have many memories of, but there is no longer contact with - that person finds their way into my life more than they did before their death. I recall many things that I hadn't thought about her, and him, for years. I was sewing some costumes and remembered how she had taught us how to sew. I remember getting in trouble in her class. That time was another rough patch for me, with the split of my family. I remember him as a little boy. I remember answering the question he couldn't, the final question in the Geography Bee, the one that decided who got to go on to Nationals.
The circumstances around the death have raised more questions than answers. Questions I probably don't want to know the answers to.
I knew her. I also knew her son, her killer. We were in the same class for some years, including when we had her for our teacher.
In the event of a death of an acquaintance - someone close enough to have many memories of, but there is no longer contact with - that person finds their way into my life more than they did before their death. I recall many things that I hadn't thought about her, and him, for years. I was sewing some costumes and remembered how she had taught us how to sew. I remember getting in trouble in her class. That time was another rough patch for me, with the split of my family. I remember him as a little boy. I remember answering the question he couldn't, the final question in the Geography Bee, the one that decided who got to go on to Nationals.
The circumstances around the death have raised more questions than answers. Questions I probably don't want to know the answers to.
Calm before the Swarm