My dad had told me a couple days ago about the death of a Chinese boy in the area by the name of Eric (W.). I have a hard time putting together names & faces, so at the time, I just passed it off as though it was nobody I knew, and it didn't affect me. Well, today, my Chinese teacher was discussing the matter in class, and she mentioned his Chinese name. Then it struck me that this was someone that I did know- that had been in my class several times in the past. It wasn't until then that I felt sad. One of those montages played through my head, retracing scenes of everything I could remember about Eric. Man, it just hits so much closer to home once you realize a deceased person was someone you knew. =(