I found out yesterday that a good friend from high school committed suicide just recently.  There is something about death that I just can’t comprehend…especially at first.  It takes me a looooooooooong time to realize that someone is no longer around.  It is particularly hard to understand why or what made Alice want to take her own life.  She had the most engaging and enthusiastic personality.  While in the torments of high school, she was one of the few who treated everyone like they were a best friend and actually cared (and she was a great volleyball player). I honestly don’t know what to say. So sad.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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