CheezyOranges

So its Thursday, the day I stay late at work and close up. I get the luxury of coming in late on Thursdays, which is nice. I always stop by Pita Pit and pick up lunch on my way into campus. And I normally have to consider where I park, because Thursdays were the nights I’d give Jason a ride back to Pegasus Landing. But, its been a week since his funeral, and the Faculty Center is still sort of reeling from the whole thing. Jason’s computer is back from the shop and we’re going to have to hire someone to take his place. We haven’t done any public memorial about him, but our 10th anniversary is coming up and we’ll probably do something for that. After all, he’s the second person (I think) to have passed away who worked here. Its still just a stunner. I keep thinking, maybe this is all a bad dream and I’ll go to work and he’ll still be here. But I know it isn’t. He was a really good friend to a lot of people, and we miss him a lot.

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I found out this morning that Jason is dead. He died on Friday morning, before I even had the chance to say his name for Misheberach at services on Friday night. I’m just.. I don’t even know how to deal with this.
I’ve never faced death like this. He was my friend. He was my “closing buddy” as he put it when we worked together. He was always so kind, and so happy. He didn’t deserve to die. He was too young.

Death is not something you think about on a regular basis. More often than not, many people try to keep it as far away from their train of thought as possible. Unfortunately for some, it’s brought into stark contrast quite suddenly. I was talking to Andrew on Valentine’s day and he broke away from our call for a few moments and when he came back on the line, he knew that one of his friends had died. It’s amazing how different a person can be with knowledge of something like that. While we had been joking and laughing a few moments before, he called me back an hour or so later and was completely broken up about it. Understandably of course. I only met Adam once, but he seemed a nice enough guy. Plus he finally had some hope looking up for him.
The tampa paper did a nice little article.

Tampa Man Killed In 1-Car Crash On I-75
BRANDON - A 23-year-old Tampa man died Wednesday morning in a single-vehicle accident on Interstate 75.
The Florida Highway Patrol said Adam J. Figlewski of 11740 N. 17th St. was killed when his Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo veered off the interstate and hit a concrete overpass support of the Lee Roy Selmon Expressway. Figlewski was the only person in the vehicle.
The sport utility vehicle was headed south at 9:40 a.m. in the right lane north of the U.S. 301 exit ramp when it ran onto the grass shoulder and hit the support, officials said.
Figlewski was thrown partway from the Jeep and was pronounced dead at the scene.

So touching.