I haven't been to class since early October, but yesterday I found out through WhatsApp that one of my classmates died.
It was a typical Saturday for me, when I have a routine, that is. Wake up, take the dog outside, change, eat breakfast, watch Soccer AM, eat lunch, watch Futurama, and then go to the football.
I was watching the game when I thought to myself "I'll check how class is doing on WhatsApp", and that's when I read that he'd died.
I'm still processing this. Though I only briefly knew anyone there, he'd call me and encourage me to go to the socials. He always seemed friendly and welcoming. I don't really know what else to say or think about this right now. Just emotional reactions.
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