So I still haven't quite come to grips with the death of Ehsan. He was in my third period class with his girlfriend, and I just keep finding myself staring at his seat. It's like this whole thing was just some unfortunate thing that happened to him, but we'll see him again on Monday. It's all so surreal. Everything is just so weird. School feels weird. Work feels weird. Doing anything feels alien when I think about Ehsan and how he can't do any of that anymore.
For the entire history of the world, people have lived and they have died. You would think we would know how to handle it by now.
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