The blue haze that hung over us yesterday from the smokey fires in Quebec matched my mood. My advisor (see prior post) died on Sunday afternoon, and I learned the news yesterday morning.
There has been a lot of emailing about our collective shock and grief, but we don't have any information about arrangements. Yesterday I threw myself into ferocious gardening, but today it's raining so I'm at my desk, with too much time to think.
If there is any consolation to be had, it's that R. went out doing what he loved: riding his motorcycle on a cross-country adventure to visit friends. Had he survived the crash, he would not have been satisfied with a life constrained by the effects of his injuries, which were severe.
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