So at my friend's "Welcome to the Neighborhood" party we found out that one of our classmates had committed suicide. I don't know why I feel so awful about this but I do. I didn't know him so it other than it being sad in general, I feel affected by the news.
I can't remember him at all, not one memory. And while I don't profess to know everyone at Hampton at the time I was there, it was the type of place that you felt you did.
Then we found out that years later that after he pledged Omega, one of his frat brothers told him that he could not wear his paraphenalia anymore. That is one of the craziest things I've ever heard! They said he didn't fit the mold. That had to shake him to his core. It had to hurt him. I mean one day, you are publicly acknowledged as a Que and then the next day its over. I can't imagine how he handled it or who he told.
It just seems like Hamilton had a sad life. And to commit suicide was his way of reaching out. Today, I wish I knew him. At the very least, I hope I said "hello" to him as I walked on campus.
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