(untitled, part 2)

I found out yesterday that a classmate of mine from business school committed suicide over the weekend.  C was in several classes with me, most recently in my semester-long group for my spring semester capstone class.  C was bright, smart, funny and talented.  He was in the joint JD/MBA program at my school and would have graduated in December.  The news was quite shocking to receive; an undergraduate committed suicide in the same place, in the same way, in April, just before graduation.  I feel for C's family and friends and everyone who knew him and I feel a sadness that I can't quite identify and an empathy that burns.  I know how he felt about school; I felt that way too most of the time while I was in school.  I wish I could reach out to C and tell him that It Gets Better, I Promise.  But it's too late. 

Someone sent me this link to the flash mob today.  I watched it and cried.  I cried for C and cried for knowing that world is a bit more dull without C being in it. And I cried for my own journey through business school, knowing how many times I felt just like C did.  Every day I try to remind myself that happiness is a choice and life can be so amazing if I just let myself be happy, day by day.  Today's reminder speaks volumes.