Letter: Remembering laughter, love and light with Grey
By Astrid Giblin | April 9, 2020In the last hand-written letter you wrote me, you said, “The highs showed me what life can be, and the lows showed me that I was alive.”
In the last hand-written letter you wrote me, you said, “The highs showed me what life can be, and the lows showed me that I was alive.”
It makes sense for you to have felt like you did not fit in, because you did not—you were extraordinary.
Each and every witty joke, eye-opening conversation and beautiful sentiment that could only come from our very own Greyson Spector. I’m just sorry we couldn’t have a lifetime of you.
However, I am challenging myself to be a mental health advocate every day, whether it is for my personal mental health or that of others.
Memories provide great comfort in moments like these. Because when we remember the times we had, it helps us remember the time we have. Here and now. Together and forever. Always in our hearts.
In the next coronavirus response bill, Congress must pass a national moratorium on evictions and foreclosures and provide substantial resources for emergency rental assistance.
As no words are adequate enough for me to describe his generosity or smiling nature, all I can say is how glad I am that my last memories of Duke this semester were with a ray of sunshine.
Truly, you were the kind of person you only meet once in a lifetime. That is, if one’s lucky enough to meet you, and wise enough to become close with you.
Raj, thank you for blessing me with memories that I will cherish forever.
It could have turned into so much more. I wish it had the chance to
You hardly needed to speak for Raj to understand you, empathy was just innate to his being.
The University has not sought our input as it has made decisions affecting our health and livelihood, and many of us are struggling.
Raj, I will never forget you. You deserved the world. Thank you for always taking care of me and everyone around you.
Raj, you will remain missed by so many in this community and beyond.
It was beautiful that I missed Duke this much, that I connected to people enough that I found it wrenching to leave them. I try to focus on this now.
While the university adapts to rapidly changing conditions, Duke has a responsibility to minimize the financial uncertainty for all members of our community and ensure that all individuals have the support and resources to follow appropriate public health measures.
Why not hire NBA candidates as Adjunct Professors, with a salary and a right to attend what classes they wish?
A Swastika or a Noose left under the cover of night is not how a scholar communicates, but how a coward seeks to inflict harm on others while avoiding any costs to themselves.
I loved my Duke experience and am a passionate supporter of our great university. However, this decision by the Duke administration is terribly misguided, despite the good intentions behind it.
Sleeping outdoors in the cold winter months can indeed open one’s eyes to the plight of those who do it not for fun and camaraderie, but because they have no other choice.