Thanks for this. I was graduate student at SU when that happened. I was still at school, wrapping up stuff, despite the fact that it was mostly cleared out for the holiday. Not sure why, but there is a memory seared into me. I was walking across campus that night, wafting snowflakes were illuminated under the path's lights. It seemed surreal knowing I was headed to TA's office in the history department (Maxwell School), just living my life, assuming I had so much time ahead. Just like those fellow Orangemen and women when - just like that! Strange how memory works. How strong this one still is after all those years.
Thanks for this. I was graduate student at SU when that happened. I was still at school, wrapping up stuff, despite the fact that it was mostly cleared out for the holiday. Not sure why, but there is a memory seared into me. I was walking across campus that night, wafting snowflakes were illuminated under the path's lights. It seemed surreal knowing I was headed to TA's office in the history department (Maxwell School), just living my life, assuming I had so much time ahead. Just like those fellow Orangemen and women when - just like that! Strange how memory works. How strong this one still is after all those years.
100 percent. All of this.