Reality.

I'm not sure about the protocol for these kinds of things, but I figured since this is supposed to be like a journal I should be able to write about whatever is on my mind.

A Williams classmate of mine passed away after getting into a bike accident last Friday and I just found out about it. While Bob and I were not very close, we had the type of relationship where we would catch up with one another whenever we passed by each other or where we could drunkenly hug and laugh at how drunk the other (usually him) was. He was a fellow "Japanese Mutt" and despite the fact that he looked totally white (with the blond hair and blue eyes), he would still get the asian flush.

At Mt. Hope last month we were dancing together and assured each other that we would see each other at Homecoming. It hurts when reality decides to smash you in the face. And it gets harder when you realize that there are others for whom the pain is infinitely greater -- his family, his childhood friends, all those who's lives he had touched...and then you think of all those lives he will never get to touch now that he is gone.

While I may not have known Bob as well as most, I do know that he was a great guy who managed to get his frosh back safely to Williams after having the school van stolen in Montreal and qualified as one of the most laidback and easy-going guys I knew. As cliched as it sounds, my thoughts are with his family tonight.

And I have to admit -- I'm also thinking about my family and friends tonight...