1/21/00
More excitement than i wanted or ever desired. In the worst way.
Last night was Upper Room, my usual thursday night faith sharing group. I’ve been really blessed to have a good group of friends who share my love of God and & Good Food. =D We made spiritual resolutisons to be accountable to each other. For me, the commitment is to pray for my family regularly & to journal. So far I’m doing ok. I guess.
Around 11:00, Eunice got a call. Pia, a girl from the Sacramental church, SAM’s Fiancee’s — she was shot and died. She was only 25. The same as me.
On the quiet drive home from San Francisco, Sunny and I spoke quietly of life, youth, and dying. It made me miss my mother. And as I shared a little, my memories of mom, suffering, weak, in pain,and drugged…and still soft to my fingers when I stroked her face, just minutes after she had died nearly 9 years ago… well…I wept again.
It still hurts in memories. A still & quiet weeping, like dew falling from flowers. Not the rage of weeping like thund storms on october nights. This was more like when rain hits window pains…Th ememory of weeping & grief is still strong but strange.
I didn’t know Pia Chung but I am no stranger to death. It is ntot my friend, nor my enemy. Just a messenger to to come & take me to God.
But I fear its presence in my life over the last few months. Will Yee - OSU - Friends with Calvin Yu of New Years 1997 — he passed away in a motorcycle accident just a few months ago. Irene’s mother pased away over thanksgiving as well.
It’s not easy. Life is work. And sometimes the work is unpleasant. But it must be done. God bless those families.
Mommy, please greet the departed with warm slippers thant you knet from knowing & tender hands.
Min Jung
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