The Urban Pantheist

( also more Doorways of Brookline )

On this day in 365 Urban Species: Norway maple.

Many thanks to all of you for you well wishes and sorrow. I'm fine, a little weirded out, and wondering if I'm going to have residual psycological problems (I don't feel traumatized...) but once I got to work it was just another day. It was kind of strange to be working on the halloween event and to be surrounded by halloween imagery (including my own mock grave)--but the difference between real life death and pretend halloween death is very clear. I never felt like "Oh my god, we can't have pretend death! There's real death out there!!" Halloween is still fun to me. I hope I don't feel weird about walking by that place in the river from now on, but I imagine I will.

I still feel bad for the family of the woman who died, and I wish I knew more about her. I googled her name (see the comments to my last post--they include a link to a short article) and came up blank. That in itself is almost the strangest part of this. Every name exists somewhere on the internet! But not hers. Her life is none of my business, but I feel like I should know something about it, because I discovered her just after she left it.

Well wishes to all of you, and thanks again.