I’ve learned that it was a year ago today that Karen Furstrand died in an automobile accident in richmond. This won’t be a long entry, for I don’t feel like I knew Karen well enough to say anything very meaningful about her that isn’t hurtfully tangential. That said, the fact that she brought joy into my life, having known her so little, is surely testimony to the happiness she brought to inumerous others. Most, if not all of my memories of Karen revolved around UBC debate, and especially the trip to Calgary in 2002. Her death gave me a great deal to reflect upon: what it means to have lived, to have been alive, after one’s life has ended.
When I gather the memories of those I’ve known who have passed away, I always feel touched by a great warmth. Emmanuel Levinas said that the a-dieu (trans: goodbye, literally “to-God”) named the other “beyond being”, which means outside the dichotomy of being and nothingness/presence and absence/life and death. In memory’s gathering of those passed away, their warming glow gives creedence to this thinking. For memory is not the gathering of thought but of people and things.
Thanks Karen.