Project Dissertation

I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The Candle

We left campus to visit the independent bookstore, on the way she told me about her brother, it had been almost a month. "He received a text message to come outside and as he was walking he saw a car creeping up towards his friend." He called out for his friend to run and the semiautomatic was directed at him.

I said I wanted to go to the funeral but was not able to get in touch for the information from her or her family. "You wanna go to his memorial? They made a wall for him." Yes, when do you want to go? "Let's go to the bookstore then, starbucks then to see it." Can we eat lunch too I asked, "Okay."

"They shot two of his fingers off, the back of his legs and his organs." I said he warned his friend and took the bullets. "Thirty bullets. He crawled across the street, trying to make it home but only got as far as the church."

We arrived at the bookstore and she went for contemporary fiction while I went for education. "You are so boring, why are you looking at those books," I laughed and started to say I am not...okay just a little boring.

We picked out an inspirational quote for her mom too, 'Lift your spirit up and your body will follow.' And debated over where to eat. At 15 she said she only ate at places she knew. Then how will you ever try new things I asked. She told me about her neighborhood, "This is where i get my nails done, this is the dollar store can we go in?" She bought herself a carmex. I saw a virgencita votive and asked if I could bring it to the memorial. She picked one out to bring too. We walked, "they have the best bar-b-q here, oh- see that guy his girlfriend burned him..."

She showed me where it happened, where it started, how he ran and where it ended. We placed our candles below the wooden slats that held messages, told me her mom cries often, his friends come over to spend time in his room, the ministers daughter he was dating has not been able to visit with them yet but her family has. "Sometimes we are home and hear him moving through the house." I know he does, I smiled, he just wants you to know he is okay.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Angelique said...

omg. true story? gave me chills.

6:22 PM  

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