Saturday, March 24, 2007
please pray for JRay
I'm no longer in Copenhagen, but this post is related to some Copenhagen stuff so I'm writing it here.
I can't believe how unpredictable life is. One minute you're walking back to your hotel after buying food, the next minute you're lying on the road unconscious. It's a terribly disturbing image, I don't really want to think about it, but it's not just anyone, it isn't just something I read in the papers everyday and just say, Ohmygosh poor thing, but think it will never happen to anyone I know. It's really hard when it happens to someone you know.
When I first found out it was on Facebook and I thought it was some kind of joke group that his friends set up, but when I clicked on it, I realised that it wasn't poking fun at him, but it did seem like such a cruel joke. I read two news articles about it but it still didn't seem real. How can I imagine him lying in a coma when all the memories I have of him in Copenhagen are noisy, boisterous and full of life? He was the closest person I had in our residence, I think he knew everything that happened, the only one aside from my 3 BFFs that knew about my crushes, guys I made out with, and all the little gossip in between.
He lived across the hall from me, shouted my name from the street in the middle of the night, belted out songs that I could hear when I came back from school, held me up or rather hauled me up as I tripped up the stairs after one too many drinks in the common room, got pissed off at me for being late so we didn't have much time in the National Museum, jokingly asked me why I didn't like him instead when I told him about all the unsuitable guys I had crushes on, told me about how excited he was about how he was going to run from the bull when he went to Spain..
Please be ok JRay..
I can't believe how unpredictable life is. One minute you're walking back to your hotel after buying food, the next minute you're lying on the road unconscious. It's a terribly disturbing image, I don't really want to think about it, but it's not just anyone, it isn't just something I read in the papers everyday and just say, Ohmygosh poor thing, but think it will never happen to anyone I know. It's really hard when it happens to someone you know.
When I first found out it was on Facebook and I thought it was some kind of joke group that his friends set up, but when I clicked on it, I realised that it wasn't poking fun at him, but it did seem like such a cruel joke. I read two news articles about it but it still didn't seem real. How can I imagine him lying in a coma when all the memories I have of him in Copenhagen are noisy, boisterous and full of life? He was the closest person I had in our residence, I think he knew everything that happened, the only one aside from my 3 BFFs that knew about my crushes, guys I made out with, and all the little gossip in between.
He lived across the hall from me, shouted my name from the street in the middle of the night, belted out songs that I could hear when I came back from school, held me up or rather hauled me up as I tripped up the stairs after one too many drinks in the common room, got pissed off at me for being late so we didn't have much time in the National Museum, jokingly asked me why I didn't like him instead when I told him about all the unsuitable guys I had crushes on, told me about how excited he was about how he was going to run from the bull when he went to Spain..
Please be ok JRay..
