Life is Fleeting
Today (Tuesday AM) I got back from Hawaii. I was going to describe some of the highlights. But being as I am, I had to check facebook first.
I found out that someone I knew had died two weeks ago at the tender age of 21. Someone at school whom I have talked to and worked with; someone I came to admire and look up to.
She was a little rough around the edges, and in her own way expressed her concern and care for others.
At first I knew her as the tough girl who had wildly-colored hair. She became one of the student supervisors, and last year I worked during one of her shifts. As I worked with her I began to see her softer side, though she still was the tough girl with wildly-colored hair.
Early in the fall quarter, I spoke with the manager to change my schedule, but somehow by the way that I spoke, she thought I was quitting. So she told everyone that I was quitting and took me off the schedule. I cleared up the misunderstanding on the day I went into work only to find out I wasn't on the schedule anymore. When I saw my supervisor, she asked me if I was quitting. I told her that it was a misunderstanding and that I was staying. She said something along the lines of "yeah, you better not be quitting! When I heard you were leaving me I was going to hate you!" In a weird way I saw that as her way of telling me she was glad I was staying.
I wasn't very close with her. Hell, I didn't always talk to her when I went to work. But I looked up to her and her strong personality. She left a footprint in my life.
At first I thought the news of her death was a distasteful joke. Slowly I came to realize the reality of what happened, and it became that much sadder.
Tonight, I prayed for you, and the tears fell.
I regret I didn't take the initiative to get to know you better, Desiree. Farewell
I found out that someone I knew had died two weeks ago at the tender age of 21. Someone at school whom I have talked to and worked with; someone I came to admire and look up to.
She was a little rough around the edges, and in her own way expressed her concern and care for others.
At first I knew her as the tough girl who had wildly-colored hair. She became one of the student supervisors, and last year I worked during one of her shifts. As I worked with her I began to see her softer side, though she still was the tough girl with wildly-colored hair.
Early in the fall quarter, I spoke with the manager to change my schedule, but somehow by the way that I spoke, she thought I was quitting. So she told everyone that I was quitting and took me off the schedule. I cleared up the misunderstanding on the day I went into work only to find out I wasn't on the schedule anymore. When I saw my supervisor, she asked me if I was quitting. I told her that it was a misunderstanding and that I was staying. She said something along the lines of "yeah, you better not be quitting! When I heard you were leaving me I was going to hate you!" In a weird way I saw that as her way of telling me she was glad I was staying.
I wasn't very close with her. Hell, I didn't always talk to her when I went to work. But I looked up to her and her strong personality. She left a footprint in my life.
At first I thought the news of her death was a distasteful joke. Slowly I came to realize the reality of what happened, and it became that much sadder.
Tonight, I prayed for you, and the tears fell.
I regret I didn't take the initiative to get to know you better, Desiree. Farewell