In Class: Post 1
"Drawing from (quoting) a passage from Schacter and Milton (or Borges), what connection can you make between loss and memory, or loss and emotion?"
Page 15, The Immortal: "Death (or reference to death) makes men precious and pathetic; their ghostiness is touching; any act they perform may be their last."
Schacter writes about how memories persist when the circumstances surrounding the memory formation are highly charged with emotion. He also writes about how suicide survivors (people who have lost others to suicide) often have repetitive "what could I have done" moments...which is completely true.
My beautiful wonderful close friend, Annie Lynn Wang, took her own life on early morning Friday, on May 18th, on what was essentially May 17th. I had seen her the day before - we had laid on her bed and laughed and talked about her classes and just enjoyed each others company Wednesday night.
When I lost her, stepping into her hall was difficult. I couldn't look at her photos, and the thought of grocery shopping made me feel sick because we had just gone together the week before to go buy copious amounts of ice cream and jello. Today, the jello still sits in a drawer. The ice cream was tossed into the trash, unopened and unwanted.
She is precious to me, which is pathetic because I'm hanging on so tightly to someone who is no longer there. But anything I see that reminds me of Annie makes me feel loved and grateful like she's there with me. I don't want to lose her again.
My thoughts on her persist. They will persist forever.
Oh Annie. I will pine for you for a very very long time. <3
Page 15, The Immortal: "Death (or reference to death) makes men precious and pathetic; their ghostiness is touching; any act they perform may be their last."
Schacter writes about how memories persist when the circumstances surrounding the memory formation are highly charged with emotion. He also writes about how suicide survivors (people who have lost others to suicide) often have repetitive "what could I have done" moments...which is completely true.
My beautiful wonderful close friend, Annie Lynn Wang, took her own life on early morning Friday, on May 18th, on what was essentially May 17th. I had seen her the day before - we had laid on her bed and laughed and talked about her classes and just enjoyed each others company Wednesday night.
When I lost her, stepping into her hall was difficult. I couldn't look at her photos, and the thought of grocery shopping made me feel sick because we had just gone together the week before to go buy copious amounts of ice cream and jello. Today, the jello still sits in a drawer. The ice cream was tossed into the trash, unopened and unwanted.
She is precious to me, which is pathetic because I'm hanging on so tightly to someone who is no longer there. But anything I see that reminds me of Annie makes me feel loved and grateful like she's there with me. I don't want to lose her again.
My thoughts on her persist. They will persist forever.
Oh Annie. I will pine for you for a very very long time. <3
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