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I drove under a train trestle this morning on the way to work. A train was just going overhead and I was reminded of an incident from my past.



I was driving with my first serious girlfriend when our path took us under a train trestle. She suddenly requested me to pull over and stop. No cars were in sight and there was a wide shoulder so I pulled off right before the tracks. A few hundred feet away was a train headed our way fast. She got out of my car and stood under the trestle, looking up expectantly. When the train crossed overhead, loud as a landing jet, she screamed at the top of her lungs, long and loudly. I stepped closer to her and could barely hear her until the locomotive was long gone. She turned to me, breathing hard, her eyes shining and her face glowing with a smile I had never seen before. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with such exuberance that I found myself breathing hard, too. Then she stepped back and laughed, jumping back into the car.



We dated for about a year. We lost touch with each other when we went off to different colleges.



I googled her when I got to work this morning and discovered that several years ago she suffered a debilitating back injury and became an advocate for benefits for chronic pain sufferers. According to one source that came up she died almost 4 years ago (or at least someone with the same name did).



I regret looking her up now. I hadn’t thought about her in years. I hadn’t spoken to her in decades. I would certainly have never seen her again, nor contacted her. But now knowing that she may have passed away, the day looks and feels a little grayer.

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sahahria
14:03 Jan 07 2009

Even if it is true, think of that moment where she showed her life- and love of it. From the sounds of your search, that never changed, she lived her life to the fullest and while doing so, spoke for those who had lost their voice. That kind of spirit she passed on- to you through your experience, and now to me from your journal.



Amazing.

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birra
16:26 Jan 07 2009

She sounds like the kind of person who lived and loved life to the fullest.



Temper today's sadness with the happiness that you once knew her in the best of days, and you life was enriched a little for it.



And thank you for sharing this story - especially written with such heartfelt emotion, carried from the page with your words.

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DeadlyXDesire
02:48 Jan 08 2009

Wow! That is a very beautiful but sad piece. She truly loved life and lived every moment of it. Know in your heart that she did as so many of us in this world do not ...live each moment to it's fullest.



One important lesson in this is that we need to live life to it's fullest and treat each day as if it were our last and to always tell those that we love, how much they are truly loved.

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MidnightDreamer
19:53 Jan 26 2009

...Beauty in the purest ways linger the lifetime....

A targic-not end but- continuation...

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