A long, long time ago, when I first started college in 1991, we had an orientation-type program where we were given the opportunity to ask questions about adjusting to college. One of my biggest questions was how to risk getting hurt by loss, to make friends in this new environment.
Soon after, I began to take those risks, and was friends with a majority of my floor.
They were with me during the ups and downs of that year.
From weeks that we spent on the slopes of Whitetail Resort to the one week where I was listening to nothing but Goodbye Cruel World, and the theme from M*A*S*H (which is called, “Suicide is Painless” for those who haven’t seen the original movie), 24/7.
The song that epitomizes the floor and our relationship together was American Pie.
A year later, as we were coming back to classes. Not all of us would be lucky enough to make it.
Geoff was loved by everyone, in many ways he was the glue that kept us together.
He is the third person who I remember during this week that sometimes seems to contain more loss than I would have thought possible, but it also contains the memories of skiing with friends who were more like family and regular late-night dinners at Denny’s.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 15 years since, we, as a floor traveled to Quantico to say goodbye and to sing together to Don McLean’s American Pie, one last time.