|9/10/2012 1:57:00 PM|
What I came up with
Every week, my goal for this space is to write the best and most interesting column I can come up with. Some are better than others, and many are simply attempts to make you, the reader, laugh. Or at least smile.
This week, it's hard to smile though because Byron has been through the ringer.
A Byron woman was killed in an ATV crash Sept. 1, and three days later, a Byron High School senior died after her van collided with a school bus.
It's moments like these when things come to a halt for the friends and the loved ones of these individuals. And they come to a halt for the community, too, as it tries to make sense of what happened.
Nothing can make the pain go away, especially not for those closest to Diane Vincent and Deianerah Logan, who was known as D.J. or "Deej" around campus.
Both had family nearby, and Logan's two brothers and one sister also went to Byron Public Schools.
"You're just never prepared," Superintendent Jeff Elstad said of the death of a student. "It catches you off guard. It's a rollercoaster of emotions for adults, as well as for myself."
I didn't know Ms. Vincent or Miss Logan, but they seemed like the type of people I wish I had known.
As I write this, arrangements for both funeral services are pending, services for two people who died way too young.
There's no easy way to get over a death.
My mother, who was an accomplished pianist, died when I was 20.
I think about her often, and I miss her as much today as I did then.
But there are two things that have made the pain a little more bearable over the years.
One is time. Time may not heal everything, but it can heal some of it.
The other is simply remembering, remembering all of those things that made my mom the person she was.
While nothing can be said or done that can make the pain of losing a friend or a loved one instantly better, we can as a community be there for those who need it, and talk about the great things that made Ms. Vincent and Miss Logan who they were.
Perhaps then, if even for a moment, the grief might just go away and turn into a laugh. Or at least a smile.
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