It's hard to appreciate
how much someone holds your world together... Until they're gone.
The shock seemed very real
as I stared at the news contained in the email on the screen in front of me.
"It is with a very heavy heart,"
the message began, and my heart sank to the floor.
I can't begin to imagine the grief and the sorrow
from those whose lives he has touched—his students, his colleagues... His children. His wife. His family.
He has touched my life, too, in little ways.
And now I can't tell if those moments are real.
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming
because in my sleep that night, I dreamt of his ghost, smiling and then waving at me.
I woke up convinced that none of it was real.
Maybe I imagined the whole thing. I dreamt about people dying all the time, and the grief would always consume me when I woke up.
But it is real, very real,
and, for the first time, I am at loss for words.
~in memory of Robert—
Rest in peace. You will be missed.