So I’ll Write


 

Angelo

It’s 1:29AM, January 14, 2014. I’ve been avoiding looking at WordPress for a few weeks.

But it’s 1:30AM, January 14, 2014 and Angelo, a fellow classmate, has passed away.

We weren’t close, I can’t even say that we were friends. But he helped me pass Calculus 3, he provided me entertainment C-Term of Freshman year, and gave my best friends and I some ridiculous stories to tell from our sophomore year. Our last physical interaction was my senior year. He said, “Yetti, you always look fly.”

But I’m crying. I’m distraught. Because 1:34AM, January 14, 2014, a young man who annoyed me with this ear to ear grin yet made me laugh with his stories from college is no longer with this world and his loved ones.

I’m afraid to say this post will be clothed with cliche quotes, with over-used idioms and a whole lot of confused emotions because it’s all so very true. Life is short. So short. And unpredictable as ever. I think that is what scares me the most. We’re not always so welcoming to the good surprises life dashes onto our paths. It provides us something to be a happy about for a short while before we return back to our normal routine that often lacks gratitude of blessings. But let the road block be something terrible, and dear Christ Almighty, life is over as we know it.

Life is far too short to dwell, to wonder what happens next. It’s far too unpredictable for us to plan the perfect happy ending and fight the universe for constant control. You’re here now, not back there and not where you will be. But Now.

Grasp the present, enjoy the present, and welcome every day as a blessing to enjoy your now.

Rest in heavenly peace Angelo.

3 Comments

  1. It sounds like this young man spread a lot of goodness around him. It breaks my heart when we lose someone like him, especially so young. Recently, I was told this by my diocese’s Bishop, “Remember, only love its stronger than death.” I wish I had better words off comfort, but what can we do, but choose to live in a way that honors those we have loved and who have left us.

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