on valentine's day i went out with some friends for dinner to an awesome ramen place here in hitachi. i gave them their valentine's chocolates (see previous post) as we were just finishing up our bowls.
my phone vibrated—it was a facebook notification. it was a wall post from a friend back in america. i hadn't heard from him in a long while, so i was anxious to see what was up.
he posted a link whose caption read: "Melissa Joy Dietzel: Decomposing body of woman found 30ft up tree in Sydney is missing US tourist".
what.
the.
hell.
???????????
melissa WROTE the article? no...melissa IS the decomposing body?
it's a joke. he posted some sick joke on my wall.
he's said some pretty mean things about her before. but...really?
load. load. FUCKING LOAD!
"Was it suicide?...decomposing body of a young woman...the remains of Melissa Joy Dietzel, 22, of Redlands, California, were found by a tree surgeon..."
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ramen ended awkwardly. i don't think my friends knew what to say. i didn't know what to say.
when i got home i poured over every article i could get my hands on. i read all the posts on her wall back to when she was last heard from in november.
but what was i to her? what was she to me? i didn't even know that she had been missing!
we hadn't spoken in quite a few months. we last hung out a few weeks before i moved to japan last april.
when did i first meet melissa? was it 2009?
i remember it was the fourth of july. swappo met her at smith's or a 7-11 or something and invited her to hang out with us.
we hung out a lot that summer. must've been 2010 (i was in japan in the summer of 2009). really? i'd only known her for a year and a half?
was it really a suicide? there must have been some sort of foul play. she wouldn't have taken her own life!
she was so chill. down to earth. upbeat. people like HER don't just call it quits.
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my thoughts were all over the place.
i know somewhere, someone has written down the stages of grief.
i don't really care to look up what they are, but here's what i felt:
"shock" --> "denial" --> "bizarro" --> "sad" --> "bittersweet" --> "sad (again)" --> "wait, did something happen?" --> "reflective" --> "distracted" --> "anxious to blog"
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i'm sorry i just vomited all over you, but i needed to get it out.
life gives us lessons, and death does too. it may be a futile hope, but i want to keep this feeling—that life is too short to be mean or petty. you just gotta love.
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hope i can be as rad as you someday. you are and will be missed.


