I'm actually watching Lost right now, it's an episode discussing the death of Shannon. Mainly though, it is yesterday's passing of a fellow youth who drowned in a river at Youth Camp. I am not religious, and neither is my sister, but she especially has been a massive part of that community and good friends with the guy. He was loved as well, and I've always been such a sissy, petty jealousy, always thinking "he's so whitewashed" and I never really spoke with him. I genuinely feel a deep sadness today, more personal than my great-aunt's or great-uncle or Mandela or Angelou or Williams or Lou Reed or Ned Vizzini or even my grandfather who I only vaguely remember from age 3; I feel a need to say something on the net or such to people who knew him, but I have always been detached from this and 85% of people who surround me. I'd feel like I'm "fishing for likes" as it is called; I have taken much inspiration and deep thought and awareness from the death of this fellow, I almost wish it could have been a closer person that drowned. He was rescued, but he was brain dead by the time he was brought up, sadly. I had neglected the community prayer for his recovery and not paid much attention when he was first noted to have drowned. They have said that drowning made him a martyr, but I'd hate to take away from the meaning of this by lying to myself.
I thank Abid so much for making me appreciate life, however fleeting this heightened awareness may be. I wish we could have had more understanding. I really wish that you are somewhere listening to me right now or that we may meet someday, but i doubt it. i hope that you may be there to correct me. Ameen.
please visit this page.
http://detroit.cbslocal.com/2014/08/19/ ... -accident/
Please share similar experiences and whatever sympathies you can.
This is my first real, personal experience.
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"I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings, now you feel so alive"
20 Aug 2014, 2:05 pm
