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March 14, 2005
Hi, Angela
It's been over eight years since I've seen you.
It's exactly seven years since you left my life and yours. Some might say that it was premature, that you left before your time.
I like to think that you left when it was your time, and those of us that remained learned from your time with us and from our time without you.
You are missed, but I know where I can find you, whether or not I am able to join you there or not.
Watch over me, please, for I could really use the help, and I'd like your company to show you what I've done and what I will do.
Angela Tong, may whatever messenger finds you soonest this day bear my wishes to you.
Love (and I never said this enough when I had the chance),
Ian
Posted by KinCross at March 14, 2005 06:47 PM
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Ian, hugs to you. It's never easy to mark an anniversary like this. I know I think of my cousin every single day, and it's been 8 years too. Wow, just did the math. Yup. 8 years.
She lives on in your memory and your heart. You give Angela respect and honour by remembering her.
Posted by: Sue at March 15, 2005 01:20 AM
I miss her, too.
Posted by: Phil at March 21, 2005 02:40 PM
I was there that day. I searched room to room on campus with her father looking for her. Sev (her dad) had a picture. When I left him in the parking lot by the student's center my heart already feared the worst.
I had no idea how bad that was.
I was renting a room from the man in jail for it. I lived in my car for a week while the police tore my room apart. Try putting your life together after that. Try running from Global News crews while you do that.
It was 9 years ago today. And I don't think I'll ever get over it.
Posted by: Gerry at March 14, 2006 06:13 PM
Gerry,
I couldn't possibly know what it was like to be you when this all happened, but I will say this:
Seek what there is to seek, find what there is to find, to find your peace. It is neither God's will nor Angela's that you continue to suffer.
It's times like these, when I wonder why bad things happen to good people that I find solace in that, perhaps, their misfortune was intended to make us all better people.
Posted by: Ian at March 14, 2006 10:45 PM