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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Saturday, May 14, 2005

two years ago today:

And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

One year ago today, Christopher Lee Solomon, know to most as Shorty, died in a car accident on a rainy night in Raleigh, North Carolina. He was 19 years old. Never before have I witnessed so many young men and women so devastated by the loss of a loved one. Shorty's life touched so many people, and all were completely saddened by his tragic death. For those he left behind, the immortality of youth is forever shattered. Their lives will never be the same.

I knew Shorty simply as a hockey player, but in this regard he was much more. He was a compatriot, a teammate, and ultimately, through the game of hockey, he was a friend. Every time I lace up my skates, I remember the love for the game with which he played, and it inspires me to love the game and to love life itself the same way he did. Through the sad memory of a life lost too soon, many of his comrades and teammates find the same inspiration everyday.

One year later, we do not look back with sadness or grief. We remember him fondly and celebrate his life. The sacred duty of anyone left behind is to look past the tragedy and remember the better times, the few we were able to share, and to be happy that we fortunate enough to be his friend. We are all better people for having known him.

RIP Shorty. We love you and we miss you. (1984-2003)

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