I attended the memorial service held for Eve Carson, the UNC Student Body President who was tragically murdered less than two weeks ago. The experience was intensely emotional and personal.
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After the service, in tears, I found Kaitlin, my sister, a freshman at UNC. I could do nothing more than hug her for what must’ve been 60 seconds.
I recognize that my words are truly inadequate, so I’m going to offer you a poem that was read aloud at the service by Chair of Faculty at UNC, Joe Templeton, who was a colleague of Carson.
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star light at night.
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there …… I do not sleep.
- “A Celebration of Life”, Native American Poem, read by Joe Templeton, Chair of Faculty at UNC and former colleague of Eve Carson
UNC has a wonderful page set up here where you can view videos and listen to audio of the service.
One month and one day since I last posted. That’s just too long.
I’m up early this morning because I couldn’t sleep. Working hard on a project that I cannot wait to show.
Here’s a quote from one of the voices in my head that’s kept me up all night:
“I don’t think that I’m a creator. I really believe that everything that will be created has already been created. I have no ability to further the process of creation. It is what it is. Matter can not be created or destroyed, neither can truth. Ideas are subsequently not new creations of the human mind but rather discoveries - discoveries of abilities that we already possess. When Edison invented the light bulb, he certainly did not create anything new, rather he simply combined elements of our world that already existed. Glass, metal, electricity - all of these existed before as they did after invention. So essentially the idea for the light bulb was not a creation of new circumstances but rather a discovery of potential that had existed forever. The light bulb was just as possible a million years before Edison as it was after. It was Edison who simply discovered this possibility. Creation is an illusion. Everything is already created.”