The Seasons of My Life

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“Quentin Fields was a basketball player. He was also a son. A brother. Somebody’s teammate. And somebody’s friend. I never knew Quentin Fields and I guess now I never will. Grief is like the ocean; it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night; quiet, persistent, unfair, diminished by time and faith and love. I didn’t know Quentin Fields but I’m jealous of him because I see how his absence has affected the people who did know him so I know that he mattered to them. And I know he was loved. People say Quentin Fields was a great basketball player. Graceful, fluid, inspiring. They say on a good night it almost seemed as though he could fly. And now he can.”

(Source: jupid, via everything-onetreehill)