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My CivLit professor from last year was killed in a car accident last night. As much as I hated the class and don't think he was a very good professor (and think he was a little creepy), it's not like I thought he was evil. And it's the fault of his class that Dan and I are together (we became friends through Crime and Punishment: The Musical?). I'm concerned for his family; he has a young son, if my memory serves the kid is around 9. Dan put it beautifully saying, "I take some comfort though...where before Dr. Price could only study Dante's Paradiso and the creative imaginings of the human mind--now he can experience fully the wonder and joy that is being with the Lord in heaven." I take heart in that.
One of the Zerbe nurses died this week as well, rather unexpectedly. I remember her being incredibly kind to me on the occasions I was in there this year. She offered me chicken soup when I had my cough.
I feel rather surrounded by death right now. It's odd, and kind of depressing.
One of the Zerbe nurses died this week as well, rather unexpectedly. I remember her being incredibly kind to me on the occasions I was in there this year. She offered me chicken soup when I had my cough.
I feel rather surrounded by death right now. It's odd, and kind of depressing.