Archive for September 2007

There’s always time for a little laugh…

Even on about 4 hours of sleep a night, there’s still time for a laugh:

Conversations in the Astro lab

“Man, fun is so overrated”

“Yeah, fun really bites you in the ass”

The Death of Lona Antoniades. The Death of an Angel

The news of the death of my dearest friend and mentor, Lona Antoniades, reached me this weekend. She was my violin teacher since i was 11 years old, and I spent 10 long and beautiful years playing music with her. My time in the Stellenbosch Youth Orchestra under her, and my time with her in lessons, in visits to her house, in talking and being, have made me who I am. She shaped my appreciation of life and all that is in it. To know that she is no longer with us, is to know that an angel departed this earth. I look back and am lucky to have such fond memories to treasure, but there is so much I want to tell her, thank her, praise her.

At the beginning of my freshman year, about 6 months after leaving South Africa, I sent her an email, thanking her for the impact she had on my life. I found it and read it again today, and in some ways it made this loss more bearable. In this message I expressed my deep regard and sincere love for this mentor of mine. It made me realize that I do not have anything to regret for not saying something to her before she died. She already knew how much I felt for her.

Lona, you have left us, departed from our little world. But you will always continue living in the people you affected to deeply with your life. I miss you so much, but I can open my violin case and almost hear you talking to me. You will remain in my memory as a sight of uplifting energy, throwing your arms up in rejoicing, with the final chords booming out into the audience. If I can make a tenth of your impact in this world, I will deem my life a great success.

I wish I could have been there, but the bittersweetness of leaving my home rises in my throat with such thoughts.

Goodbye, my deadest friend. Goodbye for now. Your body is gone, but your spirit lives with us still.