Once a year.
I lose someone once a year. It's been that way since I was three. Someone you know or love just simply goes away.
I got used to the feeling, because life is just that way.
However, I think it hurts more when you don't find out until everything is done.
Today's Williams Alumn magazine brought me news that Emily Driscoll, who was just 24, died in November.
We were both art majors. I knew Emily. I loved Emily. She was brilliant and beautiful and smart and everything fantastic. She was sassy and strong and amazing.
We were not close friends, but we were close artists. I loved talking about photography with Emily. I loved hanging out with her, our hands elbow deep in chemistry.
It hurts to know that I'll never get to see her again, or hear her. My one bright spot is that her life's work ( a gallery for emerging artists) lives on.
The choice was your's and no one else's
You can cry for a body in despair
Hang your head because she is no longer there
To shine, or dazzle, or betray.
How she lived, how she shined
But how soon the lights were gone- Evita
Article Her Gallery