Wednesday, May 19, 2010


This is mostly what's been making me feel bad: I met Kelly in grad school and while it would be a presumptuous lie to say that we were good friends, she was one of the lights of grad school. We shared an office during the first and only semester that I taught and I remember giggling with her about our insecurities and awkwardnesses and as I've awkwardly tried to write a condolence letter this week to her husband, I keep imagining that I'm going to be able to laugh with Kelly about it--and then remembered, oh. But she was younger and nicer than me and the whole unfairness of it all has been pissing me off.

Anyhow. I am feeling better. Helen had her much-anticipated Kindergarten Orientation last night, and it cheered me right up. I'd feel even better if *I* got to go to kindergarten in the fall, because it sounds so awesome, but luckily I'm good at vicariously living through my kids.

Happy Wednesday.


artemisia said...

I am so, so sorry. Grad school is such a crucible, that those we meet there are a special kind of friend. Again, I am so sorry.

Jess said...

I'm so sorry about Kelly. What a terrible thing to happen.

Relatedly, I have a friend who also knows her from grad school, I believe. Rosalicious of she tweeted about her grad school friend Kelly who just died at age 37. Were you and Rosie in grad school together?

Melospiza said...

Artemisia--thank you!

Jess--yes, we were! I actually have kind of reconnected with her a little after following a link to her blog from one of your posts. (Aren't these connections strange and wonderful?)

Kate said...

It's hard to lose a friend at any time though particularly hard at such a young age. Sorry to hear that you are dealing with this.

Oz said...

Sad overhere, too. Damn condolence letters. This is when I really need Hallmark, and they're failing me.