Elmhurst
The Elmhurst Theatre Department lost one of it's bright shining stars this week. KSpang, that beautiful free bird, is finally gone, and has lost her battle to cancer. After almost a week of being on life support, the students at Elmhurst College were told that Thursday was their day to say goodbye, and so they stole a bus from the college, piled in, and headed out to the hospital to make their peace with their director, teacher, and friend.
They came back as different people.
People I know to be overzealous, loud and obnoxious, were quiet and reminiscent. Girls I swear would never cry were bawling like children. And people who knew her well traded stories and shared their favorite cast experience about the legendary lady.
And me? I didn't know her.
That's right. I had no idea who she was. I know the majority of the theatre department at Elmhurst College, and I know the students who knew her. But I don't know KSpang.
But watching people grieving has made this the hardest week.
I don't register this emotion anymore. I'm so used to it at this point, that I can't really start to relate with what they're going through. Sure, I feel bad. Sure, I wish I could do something to help. But I don't know her. And I never once interacted with her.
So I'm pretty jaded, yeah. I understand loss and grief, and I know what it's like to lose someone important to you.
I'm simply amazed at how people handle it. And I wonder if I was ever like that.
It's just interesting to think about.
KSpang, your students will miss you. And I wish I had the pleasure to know you.
They came back as different people.
People I know to be overzealous, loud and obnoxious, were quiet and reminiscent. Girls I swear would never cry were bawling like children. And people who knew her well traded stories and shared their favorite cast experience about the legendary lady.
And me? I didn't know her.
That's right. I had no idea who she was. I know the majority of the theatre department at Elmhurst College, and I know the students who knew her. But I don't know KSpang.
But watching people grieving has made this the hardest week.
I don't register this emotion anymore. I'm so used to it at this point, that I can't really start to relate with what they're going through. Sure, I feel bad. Sure, I wish I could do something to help. But I don't know her. And I never once interacted with her.
So I'm pretty jaded, yeah. I understand loss and grief, and I know what it's like to lose someone important to you.
I'm simply amazed at how people handle it. And I wonder if I was ever like that.
It's just interesting to think about.
KSpang, your students will miss you. And I wish I had the pleasure to know you.