~Since Ryan's death on Saturday, I've been experiencing insomnia. It's very odd, since I didn't even know Ryan. Being at the convention during the crisis connected me to him in some way. Also, trying to console my friend who tried to revive him, speaking with her and consoling her through the early morning hours made Ryan real for me. The Bishop's words of consolation at Mass and his homily on Trinity Sunday to the young people called to mind the utter gift that is life and how thoughtless we are in living it. The Office of the Dead has been a great source of consolation and has grounded me in that eternal hope that is ours through Christ.
Today, Ryan will be buried after his funeral Mass. Please remember his grieving family.
Oh, and seeing the wreck on Monday has exacerbated my sleeplessness and at present, I'm experiencing wooliness in thinking and an uncharacteristic inertia.