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Monday, February 23, 2009

Hey, Life?

I turn 25 pretty soon.

It's kind of weird. I can't help wondering where all the time has gone. I know (or hope, rather) I have a lot of life left... but it still amazes me to think I've been kicking for 25 years.

Instead of getting really depressed thinking about wasting the best years of my life in a job I hate (phew) I think I'll focus on some of the highlights. In no particular order. To show that I do have control over my Type A tendencies. I DO.

Krista Bradford is a highlight of my college years. We both lived in the dorms and we clicked. We sang songs at the top of our lungs. We didn't care if it annoyed the people who lived upstairs from her. We had dance parties on her coffee table. We suffered through Math 950 (i.e. stupid math) together one summer. We had sleepovers when I moved away from the dorms for the summer. She let me borrow her car. She didn't get mad when I got rear-ended in it. She took hundreds and hundreds of photographs. She scrap-booked her roommate's life. She gave me homemade cards. She would sometimes open her door and yell my name to get me to visit her. She lived downstairs from me. Yelling didn't always work. Krista loved pink. She divided her laundry into loads of whites, colors and pinks. She folded her clothes before taking them to the laundry mat to be washed. She curled her bangs. She loved kids. She loved eating at Denny's in the middle of the night. She loved orange juice. I bought her a glass with oranges on it to give her. She died before I was able to do so.

Krista died Thanksgiving 2004. And while her passing isn't a highlight, I'm just happy to have been a part of her life. I'm also extremely grateful that I wasn't the one who found her. I think it would have made it too hard for me to cherish the memories if I had that experience to cope with. I worked in the Housing Office at the time of her death, and it was hard enough to answer the phone call from the professional staff that bluntly explained Krista had been found dead. The woman who called the office in which I was working didn't know Krista and I were close friends. She was only delivering the news so I wouldn't be surprised to see emergency response vehicles when they arrived.

I know this may not seem like a highlight. But it is. In the time since Krista's death, I've healed. I can think of her without crying. I can think of her without getting angry. I can think of her without feeling confused about her life and why it ended so suddenly. I've learned to deal with all the feelings associated with the death of a friend and I've grown.

She was a good person with a good heart, and I'm happy to have called her one of my friends. Through the ups and downs and complexities of who she was, I had some great experiences.

Thanks Krista, I miss you!


  1. There are some people who make us better people because we knew them. It sounds like Krista was that kind of person.

  2. It sounds like Krista was a wonderful person.

    (I noticed on your sidebar that you're a Mormon. I'm not, but I do love the Mormon Tabernacle. I became a admirer of their work when I heard them sing "Love is Spoken Here")

  3. Jacqueline, I'm so glad you like the music of the choir! That's the great thing about music- it applies to everyone :)


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