Sep 22, 2008 23:10
quentin fields was a basketball player. he was also a son.
a brother. somebody's teammate. somebody's friend. i never
knew quentin fields and i guess now i never will. did you
ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t you anymore?
If you were suddenly gone how would your world react? whatever
you imagined was wrong. there’s nothing romantic about death.
grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than
all of us. and pain is like a thief in the night. quiet. persistent.
unfair. diminished by time and faith and love. i didn’t know
quentin fields but i'm jealous of him because i see how his
absence has affected the people that did know him so i know
that he did matter to them. and i know he was loved. people
say quentin fields was a great basketball player. graceful.
fluid. inspiring. they say on a good night it almost seemed
as though he could fly. and now he can