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pezI can't remember the exact date, but I remember it was a Friday, around this time last year, that Eric died.
I never really knew him much, but we say our hi's every morning in lectures, I ask him about the tutorials, and in class dinners he's sometimes there too. But I don't really know him, I didn't know if he had any brothers or sisters, or what sort of hobbies he had.
Sometimes though, I can't stop thinking about how him and I said goodbye the day before he died. Eric and Tim were both at the computing lab, and I was hanging around too, trying to finish the Fortran coursework. I remember him smiling and laughing and saying that he can't crack Fortran. And I remember thinking that, if a guy as smart as he can't figure it out, then there's no way that I will be able to do it. He and Tim left earlier than me, and he was like "well I'm off, see ya."
The next time I saw him, he was in a coffin. I remember his suit. There were also a book and a pen case next to him, all to be cremated.
It's a funny thing, now that he's gone, nobody talks about him. I guess we're not avoiding the subject, but it's hard to talk about things in the past that... don't matter anymore. It seems like that. But although I never really knew him, he has taught me a lot, so he still matters to me.
If there is afterlife, then I hope that he is happy, wherever he is now.
I never really knew him much, but we say our hi's every morning in lectures, I ask him about the tutorials, and in class dinners he's sometimes there too. But I don't really know him, I didn't know if he had any brothers or sisters, or what sort of hobbies he had.
Sometimes though, I can't stop thinking about how him and I said goodbye the day before he died. Eric and Tim were both at the computing lab, and I was hanging around too, trying to finish the Fortran coursework. I remember him smiling and laughing and saying that he can't crack Fortran. And I remember thinking that, if a guy as smart as he can't figure it out, then there's no way that I will be able to do it. He and Tim left earlier than me, and he was like "well I'm off, see ya."
The next time I saw him, he was in a coffin. I remember his suit. There were also a book and a pen case next to him, all to be cremated.
It's a funny thing, now that he's gone, nobody talks about him. I guess we're not avoiding the subject, but it's hard to talk about things in the past that... don't matter anymore. It seems like that. But although I never really knew him, he has taught me a lot, so he still matters to me.
If there is afterlife, then I hope that he is happy, wherever he is now.
