An uneasy pall lay across my perceptions of the cosmos yesterday, for reasons big and small. A most inconsequential annoyance was the Internet; the W32.Blaster worm was wreaking havoc inside Company O. and/or my ISP limiting my ability work from home. Bigger thoughts and feelings for the day were reserved for a memorial service. K., one of fiancee S.'s dear friends from her college years, lost her husband L. very suddenly last week. L. had juvenile diabetes, and had not been a well man for many years. Yet like so many afflicted with long term illness, L. had an abundance of spirit and a dogged determination to embrace life that influenced many of those who came in contact with him. He was 41 years old and is survived by his wife, K., and their small child.
Events of yesterday seem disjoint and disconnected. The smooth, imagined flow of time washed away by the solvent of mortality. I only got to meet L. once since S. and I started seeing each other. I cannot deeply mourn his loss, merely observe and comfort as much as I can others who knew him better. Still, it has put me in a place to consider other, bigger questions. My outlook on life is not that of the crowded, busy marketplace, but rather the serenity of the monastery.
on 2003-08-20 at 6:39 a.m.
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