Kati
October 26, 2007, 9:39 p.m.
Well. Where to start? A few things have happened.
I had a rather depressing day at school. Actually, I had three. In a row. But things seem to be picking up now, and I'm optimistic that this coming week will be lots of fun. I'm going to show sketches of a project I'm excited about and go on a field trip, for starters.
And then tonight, Philip picked me up from school and we went to a movie. We saw the Darjeeling Limited, which I thought was excellent. Philip said it wasn't horrible. On the drive home, we actually saw a transformer on one of the telephone poles blow up (it's been storming here). All the street lights and traffic signals within several blocks of us went out.
To switch abruptly, I found out that someone I used to know lost her child. We were friends in middle school, and through the beginning of high school, but we grew apart. I still hung out with her occasionally until we graduated, of course, and through my freshman year of college I kept track of her through mutual friends. She got pregnant last year... I guess about 12 months ago, actually. The timing is sort of significant, although I never wrote here about why.
I didn't know what to think of it, and neither did our only remaining mutual friend, but she seemed thrilled. So did her boyfriend. She posted pictures online throughout her pregnancy and the first months of the babies life. I kept track. I was happy for her, and I felt like I was watching the road not taken. It was surreal. Then she got married, and I was really happy for her. She had all her ducks in a row. Different ducks than I chose, but you know, life is choices. I could have dropped out of school and had the family.
And then her little girl died. I have no idea what happened. She didn't say, and we have no mutual friends left. I sent her a note of condolences on facebook, which is where she posted what had happened. That just sounds awful, doesn't? Like such a meaningless gesture. But I don't even know where she's living right now. And I can't think of anyone whose number I have who WOULD know. We're just so far out of touch. And I had to say something- so that she knows, at the very least, that I read about her life still. And that reading about it makes me feel.
It's just so sad. And so unfair. And it just makes me wonder if life is really choices, after all, or if it's just random.
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