Tragedy
My high school teacher's son has died while a college freshman. A healthy 19-year-old, he suffered heart failure as he slept. He died as I was leaving the Dawkins lecture on Monday. I can't make it to the memorial service because it's Easter weekend and almost all airline flights are already booked.
I wrote a Latin free verse poem called "In obitum filii magistri mei, apice iuventutis". It is very depressing; maybe it's good that it's in Latin so that few people will ever be depressed by it.
