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Realmhiker
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I received a phone call this morning frmo my voice teacher. It was to tell me that last night a plane crash too place. The crew were all students from my university, my school of music. All six died. Three I knew personally and one was one of my best friends. His name was Robert and he was an exceptional baritone, composer, genious or borderline genious. My first instinct was s misbelieve, then sadness, then violent sorrow: meaning, I had to go throw up. I feel numb right now, and only finding consolation in the memories I have of my friend, for he was one of the few happy people I ever knew. I have NOT one bad memory of him, or nothing bad to say about him. He was a gentleman, and as opera goes, not one inch of diva attitude. He was a very very generous, giving, and fun to be around person. You never heard him say anything bad about anyone. This knowledge of him, it's what makes it somewhat easier for me to accept his departure. I know we shuold not be attached to this earth, or earthly existance, but it is hard when the people dying so suddenly are young, full of promise, and are in a way, a light to this otherwise dark world. They are the hope of the world. I guess it was his time. It has given a new sense of direction of my time here. I guess, the lesson is, make each moment worthy of it being lived. Sounds cheesy, but that is how it feels. Carpe diem...