Monday Bloody Monday
Yesterday, while writing what would become my Sunday post, I thought about how much I wanted to use the title of "Monday Bloody Monday" during one of the upcoming weeks. It wasn't particularly witty but seemed just ironic enough to illustrate some fleeting feeling of inadequacy or disappointment. And, at any rate, felt like a title that would call out to be used when the time was right. Frankly, I was happy to have thought of it.
I wish now that I hadn't.
At work this afternoon Ashley and I read that an old friend of ours from the acting studio where we had all studied while attending NYU had been involved in a drunk driving accident claiming the life of a young woman.
Our former classmate, the one who had sung "The Sound of Music" duet of "Sixteen Going On Seventeen" with Ashley not so many years before, apparently hit the 25 year old Graduate Student with his car at around 1:30 am, killing her as she crossed Second Avenue alongside her sister, as the two ladies left a nearby movie theatre. He, for unknown reasons, decided to flee the scene and only later, after four hours had passed, chose to turn himself in at a police precinct in Brooklyn.
The story is awful. For everyone involved. A young, driven and charismatic actor who had appeared many times on various MTV programs. And a young woman, described as popular and adventurous, who has been taken from this world for absolutely no reason.
I won't wrap my mind around the concept that life is ever meaningless. But it certainly seems that at times there is no meaning to it.
Why would this happen to him and why would this happen to her? Two people with no common link except a destiny so horrifying it seems all at once to have been inevitable and also impossible, not possible, not possible.
Is alcohol the blame? Or is it foolishness? Or is it fate? How could something like this come to pass? How could God let something like this happen? To take one life and to destroy another?
The "Why's" of the lives that we lead can often seem endless. "Why didn't he call me?" "Why didn't that promotion come through?" "Why wasn't I born with a smaller nose or a larger bank account?"
The "Why" of something like this...
there is no why.
There is only howling hurt and anguish for everyone involved.
And there may never, ever be an answer to take that pain away.
posted by cgc182 at 11:38 PM
2 Comments:
I feel the same way. Our friend from NYU was in fact a very kind hearted person. The Post is not the sourse for legit, biased facts. This whole incident is such a major tradjety, due to mainly the loss of a life and the loss of a future. I will be awaiting updates on this catastrophy, hopefully not from The Post.
i know not these persons. and i think, that makes it much more clear to see, that choices. not the girl who was walking home, as she, i'm sure always does, but of the person who had choices - the driver.
shocking. appalling. unfathomable - yes.
but he had choices, she did not. Impaired he likely was, physically and intellectually. yet, he chose and thereby set into motion the chain of events that led to this tragedy. the girl was simply walking.
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