Rebecca
Rebecca is dead...
The thought keeps passing over the surface of my brain like a whisp. I can't quite grab the thought flitting around...can't pull it down into the cortex and make it real. My roommate of two years...the year younger woman who was conversely like an older sister to me because of her level head and experiences...the woman who dubbed Lesley and me her "thirteen year old boys" because we have the ability to take almost any statement and warp it into a sexual innuendo. She was unbelievably intelligent and didn't take crap from anyone. She liked her personal space but allowed me to give her hugs when I was feeling down and needy. She always managed to do all of her studying despite all distractions...she had a focus unlike any I've ever seen, except for 'Rin. She always was firm in her beliefs. She loved Julian MacMahon and Train and Harry Connick, Jr. She was active in government, in affecting change in others lives. She was too young to go.
A car accident and the resulting internal bleeding took her from us. Her mother is the only survivor, her father having passed away a decade ago. I can't imagine the anguish her mother must be feeling having now lost the two loves of her life. I wish I could be there for her at this time. But she is four hours across the state from me. My two other roommates are in central Arkansas helping each other through this. I cannot be with them until it is closer to funeral time. Having to take off so early after starting a new job is not going to look good, but I'm going to take the time I need to console myself and my friends. We need each other now.
Rebecca is dead.
The thought keeps passing over the surface of my brain like a whisp. I can't quite grab the thought flitting around...can't pull it down into the cortex and make it real. My roommate of two years...the year younger woman who was conversely like an older sister to me because of her level head and experiences...the woman who dubbed Lesley and me her "thirteen year old boys" because we have the ability to take almost any statement and warp it into a sexual innuendo. She was unbelievably intelligent and didn't take crap from anyone. She liked her personal space but allowed me to give her hugs when I was feeling down and needy. She always managed to do all of her studying despite all distractions...she had a focus unlike any I've ever seen, except for 'Rin. She always was firm in her beliefs. She loved Julian MacMahon and Train and Harry Connick, Jr. She was active in government, in affecting change in others lives. She was too young to go.
A car accident and the resulting internal bleeding took her from us. Her mother is the only survivor, her father having passed away a decade ago. I can't imagine the anguish her mother must be feeling having now lost the two loves of her life. I wish I could be there for her at this time. But she is four hours across the state from me. My two other roommates are in central Arkansas helping each other through this. I cannot be with them until it is closer to funeral time. Having to take off so early after starting a new job is not going to look good, but I'm going to take the time I need to console myself and my friends. We need each other now.
Rebecca is dead.