Words On A Page

Sounds like a good idea, sound advice…it’s from the Bible you know. But still -

Count it all Joy?

Look here –

He’s in this building that’s covered by steel. Supposedly a safe place in more ways than one. He’s like the only black guy around. How did the bullet find him? Damn near a statistical impossibility. So much for statistics.

You know I’m mad, right?

Yeah, that’s to be expected. It’s been less than a week – far too short of a time span for us to make sense of this senseless situation.

After all, it could have been any of us. Does any one of us really need a reason to be there at 4pm on a Friday? No, I guess not. Could have been any of us.

Ah man, I’m still mad.

Sometimes at times like this maybe its better to think of the person and the way he lived his life rather than the way it was stolen. Yeah, that’s got to bring some comfort. Especially when it comes to Norman.

He taught me that it’s not enough to prepare for tomorrow without also living for today. Norman had so many friends because he took the time to spend with people and cultivate friendships. Sure, he was a busy guy – classes, success, and excellence. But all with a smile. Funny, Norman made it seem easy.

I hate it when this happens. He was here. Did I tell him then how great I thought he was? Nah, after all I thought he’d be here awhile. But he’s not. Now instead it’s just words on a page. Do you think he knew? He knew, right?

So, I want to tell Norman that his presence had value. Without it there’s a void. The possibilities of his future were endless and good stuff was in the making. It’s day five, close to 2am and I want you to know I miss you.

Maria Key