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Oh, that day. I had almost exactly the same sequence of events.

I can’t believe it’s been two years. Miss you, lady.

(Also, a lovely article in the DTH here)

i was eating lunch at a restaurant on franklin. i never eat there anymore. i can’t even walk past the door without thinking about her. someone came in and announced “it was eve.” what was eve? what was eve?? “the girl. the body.” no it wasn’t. it couldn’t have been. you are LYING. i just saw her. i was just with her. she was laughing and looked fantastic. we talked about how we should hang out more. it was just a few days ago. you are wrong. i felt like the world was closing in on me. i couldn’t catch my breath. i stumbled out of the restaurant and fell on the ground outside on a pile of dirt. i thought i was going to throw up. everything was blurry. where was my breath? why couldn’t i breathe? oh no. my friends. all my friends that know and love eve as much, if not more, than i did. someone get my out of here. i went home and just stared at my computer, waiting for updates to come in. it was a terrible, horrible, awful day that i will never ever forget. march 5 will never be the same to me.

I’m so grateful…(is that the word?) to read you guys’ posts about knowing Eve and being there during that time.

I didn’t know Eve; I had long since left Chapel Hill for DC. But I think about her sometimes - what she was and what she should have been and what happened - and it just takes my breath away. Rest in peace.