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Alright, I'm going to touch on the main topic that has become overly prevalent in the journals as of recent-Matt DeMizio. I know that its not something anyone wants to read, but I need to express how I feel. I was the first person that both Dr.C. and Erin called Saturday morning. It was surreal. It was frightening. I almost fell over.
I really couldn't do anything else. I was the first person to find out that something was wrong with Matt on campus. I walked into Dr.C.'s office and we talked about it. This was Wednesday. I talked to Graham as soon as I got out of the office. The news that I got on Thursday was encouraging, so as not to worry too many people, I didn't say anything about the prior days events. Friday the report was also good, and I left with a feeling of comfort knowing that Matt was doing better than he had been two days prior. I didn't have a chance to tell anyone that he was doing better, because I got the call at 8:30am telling me the events that had transpired in the early morning Dec. 4th.
I haven't had a break down yet. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that I was away from it. I was in NYC for the weekend with Mary. I was going to get away from stuff. To clear my mind and relax. Upon hearing that, I was happy and sad that I wasn't here. I don't think I would have made it through this weekend had I been around, but I wish I could have been here for people...
Matt was an amazing person. His hugs. His devotion. His concern. He was my Day One Host. He was the person who told me about the Masque. He was the first person that I really talked to at this school. If it wasn't for Matt I don't think I would have gotten to know this organization.
What happened three weeks ago shocked us all. What happened yesterday blew us away. He was so young. So much potential. I adored everything about him. The conversations that he and I would randomly have at the table when no one else was there. Sitting on ebaord with him and realizing his dreams and aspirations were made true by this school. The people and the groups that he was apart of here.
I can't express how I truly feel about this in words, nor in speech. The only way I can express it is in thought. My mind. I will remember him ever so fondly, and will miss him. I know there is a choir singing for him.
When I know what's going on, you all will know as well. I'll be making sure that anyone who wants to go to the services makes it.
Love.
I really couldn't do anything else. I was the first person to find out that something was wrong with Matt on campus. I walked into Dr.C.'s office and we talked about it. This was Wednesday. I talked to Graham as soon as I got out of the office. The news that I got on Thursday was encouraging, so as not to worry too many people, I didn't say anything about the prior days events. Friday the report was also good, and I left with a feeling of comfort knowing that Matt was doing better than he had been two days prior. I didn't have a chance to tell anyone that he was doing better, because I got the call at 8:30am telling me the events that had transpired in the early morning Dec. 4th.
I haven't had a break down yet. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that I was away from it. I was in NYC for the weekend with Mary. I was going to get away from stuff. To clear my mind and relax. Upon hearing that, I was happy and sad that I wasn't here. I don't think I would have made it through this weekend had I been around, but I wish I could have been here for people...
Matt was an amazing person. His hugs. His devotion. His concern. He was my Day One Host. He was the person who told me about the Masque. He was the first person that I really talked to at this school. If it wasn't for Matt I don't think I would have gotten to know this organization.
What happened three weeks ago shocked us all. What happened yesterday blew us away. He was so young. So much potential. I adored everything about him. The conversations that he and I would randomly have at the table when no one else was there. Sitting on ebaord with him and realizing his dreams and aspirations were made true by this school. The people and the groups that he was apart of here.
I can't express how I truly feel about this in words, nor in speech. The only way I can express it is in thought. My mind. I will remember him ever so fondly, and will miss him. I know there is a choir singing for him.
When I know what's going on, you all will know as well. I'll be making sure that anyone who wants to go to the services makes it.
Love.