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Thursday, August 16, 2007Meade Anderson
There are times when words fail me.
A good friend of the family passed away earlier this week. He was a recent graduate of Columbia University; competitive fencer; was going into the real estate business; great fisher; and died much too young.
I'm having a hard time dealing with his death, for many reasons. He was so young. It seems so unfair. He was just skateboarding in his driveway at home; who would think that a fall would have taken him from us?
I can't imagine what his parents are going through. He was their only son. A good son. And now he's gone...?
My mom says to take his Spirit and remember to live a life that will pay it forward. Right now, I'm just not ready to do that. What I can do is cry - a lot. I cry for his parents, for his friends, for a world that will never know what he would have become...
Some people view death as an opportunity to celebrate a person's life. At times, that makes perfect sense to me. When my great-grandmother passed away at 98 years old, there was a lot of life to celebrate. But when someone is 22, with a good life going for him, a good future ahead of him, and who isn't self-destructive, I'm at a loss. I'm just sad.
Life and death are not fair. I've always known it. But it becomes magnified when it hits so close to home. It's a gentle reminder of how fragile and precious we all are - that we are not insignificant - that every moment we share together should be cherished.
He is missed and his memory will always be with us. But what is so weird is to see his Facebook profile (with tags that say "I'll finish this later"), his MySpace profile, to still have his cell phone number stored in my phone... All the things that were left undone, left unsaid... How do WE find closure on a life that seems to still be living? How do we say good-bye, and give support to others who may need our strength, when all you want is the answer to the question WHY?
I'm just so sad.
And now the only thing left to do is keep on living...
Photo Credit: Columbia University Athletics; Gene Boyars
Meade, you are dearly missed. Rest in peace...