You can read the shocking story here.
The way I even found out was jarringly awkward. A random Facebook message from a mutual friend.
The whole situation feels...awkward. Raw. Unfinished.
A life cut short.
She was only 27 or 28.
Death is not fair.
Our roommate situation did not end well. We were never close but had several mutual friends and had been in the same small group for awhile. When I think back to six years ago, I cringe at who I was. And then mix that with who she was at that time...a young 21 year old who had no clue what she was doing. A struggling college student with a boyfriend several years older than her. A mother who didn't know what it meant to be a mother.
I hate that things never got resolved between us. I hope I made every effort to be "responsible to, not for" as our year of living under the same roof came to a close.
I hate all the emotions that are percolating in me...as I have another roommate situation that hasn't been idyllic. (Does that even exist?)
Never in a million years did I want to hear this kind of news. My heart is truly heavy for her family, her friends, those she loved and let love her. I pray that her restless spirit has finally found rest.
Seabrooke Tyler Mooney - an original from start to finish
Seabrooke, Stephanie, Kelda, and me - our joint housewarming party
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