The hardest part so far has been waking up this morning. I think I spent all of yesterday pretending this was just a dream, it was the second I woke up and realized no this is actually real life that I let it hit me. Its so crazy because as I look through the names of the members on this list there isnt one single person that I couldnt shower in kind words that Vaibhev had said to me about them during our short months together at UCD. We would stay up late, talking about home- about nearly every person we had ever met in Antioch ever and I dont think I ever threw out any ones name that wasnt met with Vaibhevs response of Dude! I love him/her! They are so sick ____insert great story about the best time you ever had with him____ I can still hear every tone in his voice as I typed that out. Vaibhev had a heart of gold- he loved everyone. EVERYONE. And he loved them genuinely. And people loved him back genuinely. When I heard the news, I spent the next 12 hours of my life surrounded by the friends that Vaibhev had made for us here at UCD. There are people in our group that have known Vaibhev for less than a week and they were still just as distraught as I was, a person who has known him since we were both running around Dallas Ranch in transition glasses and braces. Countless people here consider him their brother and loved him unconditionally, even though they have only known him since September.That right there really just proved what kind of person he was. That these people had formed a bond with him that was the equivalent of years of friendship, within a matter of days. Each and every person has talked about how Vaibhev made them feel. How he made them feel included, or how he gave them courage, or how he was just the safe place to go when they needed a friend. Its amazing how many lives he truly touched with his own. I know he certainly changed all of ours. It still comes in waves, I still like to believe hes the next building over and I can just walk in to his house and hell be sitting on the couch. HEY WHATSUP MEG! HOWS IT GOING! Hell yell over the music as he plays FIFA on the couch. Hell tell me about how crazy Berkeley was and how hes glad to be home with all of us. Hell invite all of us over, and well have Taco Tuesday, just like we did every week, like none of this was ever even a possibility. It puts me at ease knowing we have a guardian angel smiling down on all of us, (hes honestly just smiling because hes getting so much social media attention, that kid loved getting his stuff liked). I know God greeted him at the Gates of Heaven with WHO DO YOU KNOW HERE? and now hes the life of the party, teaching everyone up there how to play snappa.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 15:08:01 +0000
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