October 1st was the day I got on facebook and read the news. I thought to myself: no, not him. No way, no how. Sometimes I guess you just see all these "Rest in peace" messages and you pray that it is just a mistake. Maybe there is some slight chance that someone read the news wrong. Maybe there is some slight chance that the police misidentified the real victim. But then there is that slight chance that the news you're reading is real.
I still have a hard time believing it, Terence. I think of you and imagine you living such a inspirational, adventurous life in New York. You were made for that city. Who would've thought that the city you loved so much was the city that would take you away?
In these past few weeks, I guess I've had some time to process the fact that you're gone. The truth is, I've never really had anyone very close to me die. I suppose that makes me a very lucky person. But I also suppose it means that I have no real experience if processing the news that you, or anyone else, can die and be gone in an instance.
I have a hard time understanding why you were the one who had to be taken away. You were such a wonderful, wonderful human being. Your spirit, your smile, your life affected so many.
They say you graduate college and life as you know it officially changes. Real things happen in the world. Real good things can happen in this world...And even realer bad things can happen in this world. When did I become so old that someone I went to college with not be around anymore? This new world we go into can bring us so much joy-- but along with joy can come oh so much pain.
Tonight, though, I was reminded though of how much your spirit still lives. And how you will still be around forever and for always. Each one of us blvd. ers will carry you around everywhere we go. You're with me here in LA. You're with both Logan's in Atlanta. And you are with so many more in New York.
Tonight, I looked at an old Instagram photo of me and saw a comment from you posted 11 weeks ago. I suppose 11 weeks ago was right before our birthdays in August, where we wrote on each others wall wishing one another a happy day. I'm sorry I didn't bother to call or text you that day. I never imagined in a million years it would be the last chance to say happy birthday.
I guess that is the crazy thing about life. We never know what our future holds. We never know which day is our last. And we never know who's going to make it til the end.
I still have a hard time processing the news. But I just hope that you are looking down on all of us with that big, beautiful smile of yours. I hope you can bring some peace to all your friends and family who were affected by this tragedy. We all miss you today. And we will all miss you tomorrow.
Rest in peace, Terence. The world is a much darker place now that you're gone.
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