When this post goes live it will be the 3rd anniversary of my roommate's murder. This year has been filled with growth, pain, grief, and change. For years (two), I have been saying how I would post about what happened that night, but I will not be posting on the blog. I am honored and thrilled to say my essay on the topic was chosen for publication to showcase minority students' lives. I am very excited about this step and was not sure I would be picked but went for it anyway. I feel like this is a reflection of how my roommate viewed me. He always saw me as the one who would go out and get it. I wanted to mark this day by stating my roommate used to tell me, " I could see you being a doctor." I find that so funny now because I always laughed when he said that, and here I am now going after a Ph.D.
K and I took Noah to the movies for the first time. We had a lot of fun but Noah was literally climbing over chairs and making so much noise.
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