Two years on

I neglected to note that, a week ago Sunday, the second anniversary of Sarah LeFoll's death came and went. I think I subconsciously knew it, though: I've thought of Sarah several times in the last week or so, and until now I wasn't sure what caused my mind to wander in her direction. But of course: it was this time of year in 2005 -- the night after the Michigan State game, no less -- that I got that awful call from Steve Kenny. I was getting ready to head out to Dmytro's "3-0" party (reconstituted as a "2-1" party after the Irish's overtime loss) when tragic news arrived via cell phone like a bolt out of the blue. Needless to say, I never made it to the party.

For Sarah's immediate family and close friends, I imagine the grief is still acute and constant. For me, "closure," whatever that means, has long since come. And yet: every now and then, I still think about her, and about what happened to her, and it makes me so sad. Death is so damn permanent. Sarah had much yet to offer this world when she died, and no trite turn of bloggy phrase can ever resurrect that potential, forever lost.

Rest in peace, Sarah. We still miss you.

Comments

[David K.]

Gone but not forgotten, especially by those who loved her. God bless you Sarah.