The Sable Smoke
...the sable smoke where vanishes the flame
- Lord Byron
As almost none of you know, there has been a very unexpected, very unfortunate, very shocking tragedy for the Sherry family. I will not dwell on it here because I've decided it would be both unfair as well as selfish to talk about my own grief when there are those whose suffering goes far, far beyond my own. In brief: a young life has passed - quickly, without even the slightest warning - and the tragedy of the death itself is equaled only by the life-changing - no, life-destroying pain that has been forced upon certain family members who will never recover from it. There is not words for this. It is evil. It is terrible. It is unfair. It is heartbreaking, and it has left everyone miserable, and it has left me personally in a constant, unchanging state of shock. And that is all I will say about it.
I'm really finding that I miss St. Bonaventure. By the end of senior year I needed desperately to get out of that place, and coming home was better for me then most people probably realize. Nevertheless, given my ridiculously detailed and complicated job, and given the Sherry's family's recent misfortune, and given the forty or fifty books I have to read for UB's english department, I would like nothing better than to move back into that apartment, reclaim my job at the ice rink, re-establish myself as the top scorer for the Phantom Friars, and basically spend my nights bumming around with friends and/or drinking my face off. Its difficult to accept that those years are gone - for all of us, not just myself - and I would very much like one last year. At the same time, Bonaventure is an unbearable drag at times, and a constant source of depression and aggrevation, so maybe I should qualify - I'd like one last year away at school with the same people, but somewhere else.
"But over all things brooding slept the quiet sense of something lost" - Alfred Lord Tennyson
R.I.P. JQ
Il Pazzo
- Lord Byron
As almost none of you know, there has been a very unexpected, very unfortunate, very shocking tragedy for the Sherry family. I will not dwell on it here because I've decided it would be both unfair as well as selfish to talk about my own grief when there are those whose suffering goes far, far beyond my own. In brief: a young life has passed - quickly, without even the slightest warning - and the tragedy of the death itself is equaled only by the life-changing - no, life-destroying pain that has been forced upon certain family members who will never recover from it. There is not words for this. It is evil. It is terrible. It is unfair. It is heartbreaking, and it has left everyone miserable, and it has left me personally in a constant, unchanging state of shock. And that is all I will say about it.
I'm really finding that I miss St. Bonaventure. By the end of senior year I needed desperately to get out of that place, and coming home was better for me then most people probably realize. Nevertheless, given my ridiculously detailed and complicated job, and given the Sherry's family's recent misfortune, and given the forty or fifty books I have to read for UB's english department, I would like nothing better than to move back into that apartment, reclaim my job at the ice rink, re-establish myself as the top scorer for the Phantom Friars, and basically spend my nights bumming around with friends and/or drinking my face off. Its difficult to accept that those years are gone - for all of us, not just myself - and I would very much like one last year. At the same time, Bonaventure is an unbearable drag at times, and a constant source of depression and aggrevation, so maybe I should qualify - I'd like one last year away at school with the same people, but somewhere else.
"But over all things brooding slept the quiet sense of something lost" - Alfred Lord Tennyson
R.I.P. JQ
Il Pazzo
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