To A Great Co-worker...We will miss you
My co-worker from the Writing Center at U of M-Dearborn passed away recently. It was strange because my college friends were always telling me he asked about me, and wanted to know how I was doing. So I finally called Eamonn Long Friday, January 5th hoping to reach him. He called me back Sunday night and we made plans to meet for coffee on Wednesday afternoon.
On Tuesday morning, I open my e-mail to find a letter saying that Eamonn had passed away from a massive heart attack. Impossible...I thought to myself. I had just talked to him on Sunday night and we were supposed to meet on Wednesday for coffee.
Sadly, the e-mail was true and Eamonn did die of a massive heart attack. I went to his wake on Friday evening and went to his funeral on Saturday morning. Being there made me realize that I would never see my dear friend again.
Eamonn Long was loved by all. He was my friend and my mentor. We could sit for hours and talk about literature, art, or just life itself. We told stories of our pasts and always laughed. Eamonn always read my poetry and helped me fix it up, and he encouraged me in all my work. He helped me believe that I would be something great one day, and I want to prove him right and accomplish my goals to be a famous journalist.
I know Eamonn would have laughed and smiled to see Matt Watson, my college English professor at U of M, sitting right next to me at the funeral. I remember in the Writing Center, whenever Matt walked in, me and a buch of other girls would giggle with Eamonn. Eamonn ended up writing a poem called "I wish I had Matt Watson's blue eyes." It was funny.
If I had one thing to say to Eamonn, it would be this:
Eamonn...I know you are watching over all of us, and you are here for us to listen and encourage us just like you were when we were all in college. I love you and miss you dearly.
Love, Zahra
On Tuesday morning, I open my e-mail to find a letter saying that Eamonn had passed away from a massive heart attack. Impossible...I thought to myself. I had just talked to him on Sunday night and we were supposed to meet on Wednesday for coffee.
Sadly, the e-mail was true and Eamonn did die of a massive heart attack. I went to his wake on Friday evening and went to his funeral on Saturday morning. Being there made me realize that I would never see my dear friend again.
Eamonn Long was loved by all. He was my friend and my mentor. We could sit for hours and talk about literature, art, or just life itself. We told stories of our pasts and always laughed. Eamonn always read my poetry and helped me fix it up, and he encouraged me in all my work. He helped me believe that I would be something great one day, and I want to prove him right and accomplish my goals to be a famous journalist.
I know Eamonn would have laughed and smiled to see Matt Watson, my college English professor at U of M, sitting right next to me at the funeral. I remember in the Writing Center, whenever Matt walked in, me and a buch of other girls would giggle with Eamonn. Eamonn ended up writing a poem called "I wish I had Matt Watson's blue eyes." It was funny.
If I had one thing to say to Eamonn, it would be this:
Eamonn...I know you are watching over all of us, and you are here for us to listen and encourage us just like you were when we were all in college. I love you and miss you dearly.
Love, Zahra