I first read the news several days ago, randomly popping up on my facebook feed one night. I couldn’t legitimately mistake the meaning, but I knew that with the brutal week of work ahead of me, dealing with emotional trauma on top of it was not an option, so I pretty successfully blocked it out this week. Just tonight I got a message confirming what I basically already knew but had not truly acknowledged.
I met Monroe sometime last year at a party thrown by one of my colleagues from work. We started chatting and I found out that she lived downtown, just a few blocks from me. That was immediately convenient since, having taken the city bus to Rob’s house, I needed a ride home that night! Though she (sadly) didn’t seem to take any non-platonic interest in me, I must have still gotten her number that night or shortly afterward. It was the beginning of a fulfilling, though all too brief, friendship.