An Unexpected Death

Let's start off with something less depressing, then go whole hog into the downward spiral of sadness. School started again this week, this time the professor is a white-haired old man with incredibly interesting stories that have absolutely nothing to do with the class at hand. At least the subject material is interesting. Victorian era literature ho!

And now to the meat of it.

I learned that a 53 year old man died today in my apartment complex. This struck me as odd, considering I live in an University apartment. It makes me kind of sad that I never met the man. Apparently he had family, so at least he wasn't alone in the world. Still, to die in an apartment complex like this, it had to be a little depressing.

I wonder what his life was like, and what drove him to go back to school at 53. I wonder what he had seen, if he found love, if he led a good life. I wonder if we would have gotten along if we met.

I hope he was loved. I hope he is mourned. I hope his memory lives on past this blog, because I didn't even know him, and that would the be the cruelest joke of all.

Mood: melancholy

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