I don’t think anyone is sick of it

Yeah, I know, every­one’s sick and tired of hear­ing about it. Deal.

But it was one year ago today. 366 days because of the leap year, but it was one year ago today that I woke up and looked at the news to find that I had one few­er friend in the world.

I keep on think­ing, you know, stiff upper lip. Get over it. You did­n’t real­ly know her that well. Stop remind­ing every­one else about it. And then I imag­ine the sound of her bones crack­ing. I have an obses­sive mind and she’s just one more thing I can’t get out of my head. And then there’s the shame of reduc­ing a human being to just the effect of my obses­sive mind.

Well, one year ago today.

4 Replies to “I don’t think anyone is sick of it”

  1. It’s weird how when some­one
    It’s weird how when some­one we know dies young, it gets under our skin so much.

    Rachel isn’t just Rachel, but a sym­bol for many things.

    In your case, she’s every missed roman­tic con­nec­tion that’s now no longer pos­si­ble in this lifetime.

    For oth­ers, she’s every ide­al­is­tic girl or boy we’re unable to pro­tect from the cru­el world.

    For some, she rep­re­sents every intel­lec­tu­al and phys­i­cal risk they were too timid to take.

    For still oth­ers, she’s a sym­bol of how a cer­tain gov­ern­ment whose side they are on does­n’t let human lives get in the way of their polit­i­cal goals.

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