| Of Leah |
[Sep. 12th, 2009|01:04 pm] |
I'm starting to understand why people tend to hit the road after these things, just pack up and leave town.
I see her everywhere. She gave me my singlular unChristmas gift, a pack of Organic American Spirits from the carton that was given to her. Actually, I still have and use that distinctive red box. So there she is.
She came over on a whim one day this summer to play DDR. She brought her nice mats. One of them is wedged behind my TV. A bottle of beer she drank that night sat by the stairs to my backyard until very, very recently.
Almost every single day, I go through the subway station directly beneath her apartment.
It's her fault that, whenever I'm in Kensington, I get a hankering for a Big Fat Burrito.
The whole city is lined with memories we shared. In theory it will get easier, but only time will tell. I've never lost a peer before, but to me, she's more like a big sister. Older, if not wiser, but certainly more worldly and knowledgeable and sweet and kind and giving and oh god.
But I simply cannot leave town. Well, one is always free to do anything, as Leah knows so well, but I'm tied to three more years of University of Toronto.
She died on campus. Spadina Crescent is right next to half of my classes. I'll be seeing it on my way home...a lot.
Kelly and I have been out of the loop on details the past couple days, since the disbursement after the initial oh-sweet-jesus-we-have-to-get-plastered-to-deal gathering. I guess I understand, we're newer friends to her than most, only within the last year have I known her, but we were no less close. I think it's hurting more because we were just at that cusp of being that deep level of intimacy you only get to share with a few people, because almost nobody will understand you so well. We were getting in the habit of sleepovers, her, Kelly and I sharing a double bed comfortably. She was the one to call when we just wanted to see somebody. We were never afraid of calling her too often. It was like that. Not to put words in her mouth, but I think Leah gets my general mentality of, life is what happens here and now. And for my here and now, it has been full of Leah. When I pass by the Red Room, I inevitably get the urge to go in, sit down, give her a buzz, and wait the ten minutes it'll take her to get there.
Kelly and I are hosting a gathering tonight. Leah is supposed to be there. Since she made other plans, we've opened up invitations somewhat. If you see this and would like to come, shoot me a message about who you are, but you are probably welcome. |
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