A crossbeam has come undone.
The house will still hold but it will shake a little more in the wind.
That is what I feel about the disappearance of Trajan Martin from this green earth.
I cannot claim to have known him for as long or in as much detail as others,
but I nevertheless am able to appreciate the great vacuum that trails behind him, that brushes up against us now.
Here is a glimpse, here you can look in through the window of that house, and just imagine.
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Oh dear Sarah,
Who is the ridiculous spammer who keeps flaming in your comments? Check your incoming IP addresses--you might consider blocking access.
Hi Sarah,
Trajan just had a natural way of drawing people together, inviting us all to join in his little jokes. Your post brought back such a vivid memory of Trajan's brillance... when presenting his artistic representation of Plato's ideal forms, Trajan arrived for class with a black shoebox with a hole cut in one end, so obviously last minute. But there he stood, earnestly and eloquently expounding on his philosophy of ideals and perfection, inviting us all to take a look inside. Of course there was nothing there, but it didn't matter. It was, as you say, a chance to look through and imagine. What a beautiful boy to lose.
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