This is not what I was going to write about today.
I was going to write more on the subject of flickering lights, and ” The CD.” In other words I was going to continue the conversation about ADC.
That was before I learned about Cameron Dabaghi.
Twenty one year-old Cameron, a Yale student from Austin, Texas, jumped from the observation deck of the Empire State Building at 6:30 pm on Tuesday. Rescue workers pronounced him dead on the scene.
Like Andrew, Cameron was a junior and an East Asian Studies major. I wonder if he too, spoke Mandarin.
I think of his parents, all the way in Texas, getting a phone call…
At least we weren’t far, imagine not being able to get into the car and drive “there” as quickly as possible.
But then… what for? What difference is it going to make whether you get there in an hour or ten?
I know from experience, the frantic rush, the urgency to get to the hospital…
Maybe it is because one associates hospitals with hope, with getting better. We visit people in hospital who are alive, we sit down with them and chat, we ask them how they feel. I myself was in hospital last summer, and Hugh and the children came to see me every day. They kissed me, I kissed them, we chatted, Hugh brought me a Latte one afternoon, I gave Andrew my hospital-issued orange juice carton, Robert played with a rubber glove, blowing it up until it looked like the crest of a chicken.
But when your son has jumped from the top of a building…
At least we had friends. Friends who drove us, friends in a car ahead of us, friends in a car behind us, friends who jumped in a taxi and met us there. Not to mention my daughter’s own entourage, there ahead of all of us.
Andrew was not alone, we were not alone.
Looking around, the ER doctor said that he’d never seen so many people…
Thinking of Cameron’s parents having to make their way on a plane, not for a happy occasion like parents day, or for Cameron’s graduation day; but to see him lying dead!
I wish I knew them, I wish I could have been there with my friends to meet them and support them.
I wish Cameron wasn’t dead. I wish Andrew wasn’t dead. I wish we still had their graduations to look forward to.
Dear Cameron’s Mummy and Daddy, I don’t know who you are and where you are, but I pray that you may sense and be comforted by the love and support that I, and hundreds of others are sending you.
And you, Dear Cameron… I can guess what courage it took to fight your demons. I can guess how many battles you fought AND won before…
You can rest now… dear, dear young friend.
All my love,
PS – I commend Yale’s President and administrators for allowing their students to hold a candle light vigil on campus. Students need a safe place to get together and mourn, reflect, share, talk, pray, remember, laugh and cry. I commend Yale for recognizing the needs of the student body and for giving them the space and time they needed. I call on NYU’s President and NYU’s administrators to watch and learn from other, better advised universities.