Guys, please please please pray. A guy in my class passed away this morning very suddenly. Our small campus, especially the senior class, is reeling with shock and grief. Even those who didn’t know him are incredibly saddened by his passing. His name was Brandon.
Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord and may the perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
Lord Jesus Christ, hear my prayer and perfect Thy merciful goodness in me, and grant me to be received among the number of Thine elect into the rest of life eternal, making of me a sign of righteousness that men believing on Thee may behold and praise Thy power. Amen.
so my building is still standing. but barely just. they still have to inspect it to see whether it’s structurally sound or not. and if they find that it is, then they’d have to do a ton of repairs because they had to knock down the doors of every apartment to see if people were inside. then there’s the smoke damage. and the water damage. and when all that is sorted, maybe then they’ll consider letting us move back in. they’re saying all this would probably take at least a month (!!!!!!) (sadface). so until then i’ll be squatting at my sister’s.
SPEAKING OF MY SISTER, who you all know by now is an archangel of love and beauty: let me tell you a story about what she did today.
for a brief window of time earlier today, while i was held up at the office, the police had allowed the tenants into our building to grab some stuff from their apartments. my sister, who is a scholar and a gentleman, without knowing about this fact, took a break from her pastry cheffing job to go check the apartment out during this time and RESCUED MY FUCKING LAPTOP.
MY SISTER, WHO IS SOME KIND OF PSYCHIC MISSIONARY OF DESTINY, DECIDED TO MOSEY ON OVER TO OUR BUILDING RIGHT AT THE EXACT MOMENT THAT THEY WERE LETTING PEOPLE IN, AND IN THE PROCESS, GOT ME BACK MY LAPTOP AND SANITY.
unfuckingbelievable this girl.
so to summarize: i am safe and alive. my building is still standing. i am feeling 2000 times better than when i made that post yesterday because i’ve reunited with my machine. and my sister is queen of the world.
p.s. i just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has left messages of comfort and love. thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart.
This summer I had the chance to visit the 9/11 Memorial in New York City. I just want to express that we will never forget all the men and women that lost their lives on that terrifying day.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace.
When my son lays his head in my lap, I wonder: Do his father’s kisses keep his father’s worries from becoming his? I think, Dear God, and remember there are stars we haven’t heard from yet: They have so far to arrive. Amen, I think, and I feel almost comforted.
I’ve no idea what my child is thinking.
Between two unknowns, I live my life. Between my mother’s hopes, older than I am by coming before me, and my child’s wishes, older than I am by outliving me. And what’s it like? Is it a door, and good-bye on either side? A window, and eternity on either side? Yes, and a little singing between two great rests.
Li-Young Lee, from “The Hammock,” Book of My Nights: Poems (BOA Editions Ltd, 2001)