Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Lessons From One Tree Hill (Part 4)

This one isn't so much a lesson, but a really beautiful way to think about those who have died.


Quentin Fields was a basketball player, he was also a son, a brother, somebody's teammate, somebody's friend. I didn't know Quentin Fields. I guess now I never will.
Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren't you anymore? If you were suddenly gone, how would your world react? Whatever you imagined is wrong. There is nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean. It's deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night.
Quentin Fields was a basketball player, he was also a son, a brother and somebody's friend. I never knew Quentin Fields and I guess now I never will. 


Grief is like the ocean its deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quite, persistent, unfair. Diminished by time and fate and love. I didn't know Quentin Fields but I'm jealous of him because I see how his absence has affected the people who did know him. So I know he mattered to them. And I know he was loved. 


People say Quentin Fields was a great basketball player--graceful, fluent, inspiring... They say on a good night it almost seemed as if he could fly. And now he can.

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