It's been a little more than a day since we received some very sad news. It's shown me how important writing is for friendships and love.
Today it's still a difficult to come up with the right words to really express my thoughts. But still I write. Still my former colleagues and my husband and my friends write. How blessed we are to have this common language, that people have the gift to be eloquent, sensitive and loving in just a few words.
http://blog.pennlive.com/lehighvalley/2008/02/expresstimes_reporter_remember.html
I imagine it must be the same for painters, songwriters, etc. For me it's words, even if they aren't the right ones at first. I hope everyone has an outlet like mine. If you haven't found yours yet, go look for it. Try writing. Bang out a tempo on your desk. Go pick up some clay. Try anything.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
When it hurts to write
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Too young and too talented to die. I read about it in E-T this morning. I'm sure the newsroom is a very sad place today.
Years ago when Rich K was in U of P hospital waiting for a heart transplant (that never came), I used my waiting time writing in a journal. It helped and after his death, I realized that I had to follow my long-ago dream of being "a writer."
hey April,
what a shame. I didn't know Russ, he started at the paper a month after I left. Sounded like a great guy--sorry for the loss to his family and friends, and the paper.
I was floored when I heard about Russ. I remember him and fondly. My thoughts go out to all my old friends at the paper. It's one of those things you just can't wrap your head around.
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