Zeldman
15th Dec 2006, 01:00 pm
When the phone rang, around 10:00 pm, my heart stopped. Our friends know we have a two-year-old, and they know we live in an apartment. Anyone phoning after 8:00 is calling with bad news.
The room was dark, my daughter moaned, a voice I didn’t initially recognize began leaving a message. Someone I knew, someone talented and nice and still young, was gone.
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The room was dark, my daughter moaned, a voice I didn’t initially recognize began leaving a message. Someone I knew, someone talented and nice and still young, was gone.
Pages tagged with Leslie Harpold (http://del.icio.us/tag/leslieharpold)
More... (http://www.zeldman.com/2006/12/14/goodbye/)