I feel that old familiar depression creeping back into my life. I enjoy work, and I enjoy Zamir (kind of), and I enjoy school (now that the stress of Cantillation is over - I got an A- in the class, but the stress of driving from Malden to Newton to Braintree to Newton to Malden, etc etc. etc. is wearing on me. It's a Saturday night and after work, I chose to come home to Malden and be alone rather than go to Alan's.
Plus, a tragic event from last week has got me thinking about life, etc. My old friend Faye Goldberg-Sheff, who I knew because she was Judy's neighbor in Newton Corner when I moved in with Judy, was killed in a car crash on Rte 128 in Waltham last Saturday. A week ago. And it hit me hard because not only was it 3 in the afternoon, but Alan was stuck in the ensuing traffic jam that held people up for hours. Eden called me Sunday night, after talking to Lisa Litin Kruger, and hearing the bad news. The funeral was Tuesday, and there must have been at least 350 people there. A number of people, including one of her sons, got up to speak. That was so hard to listen to, especially hearing Tina, her best friend since childhood. I was supposed to meet Eden and Lisa, but Eden got sick, and I never found Lisa so I had to sit alone (well alone among 350 people!). But as Eden put it, the reason we are having such a problem dealing with it was because "there she was, driving along, living her life, and then she wasn't." it's different than knowing that someone with cancer is going to die. I've lost three friends to cancer and this is not more or less upsetting, just different. Makes you think.
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