I was in Scotland, completing a work abroad program, when I heard the news that Bonfire had collapsed. I was frantic as I searched the web for news, but I couldn't maintain my composure in the internet cafe, so I ran home to seek solace and news over the telephone. My fiance's roommate answered and tried to describe for me the events of the day, but how do you capture emotions and put them into words? My three flatmates just couldn't understand my sorrow. Couldn't see why I would care so much about fellow students or why Bonfire meant so much to me. You know, though.
My flight home was scheduled for November 22nd, scheduled for that time so I could be home in time to see Bonfire burn and the Aggies BTHO t.u. My last days in Scotland were supposed to be exciting and packed full of last minute adventures. Instead, I remained in a fog as I tried to mourn on my own, so far from my Aggie family. I couldn't even enjoy the scenery on my long train ride back to London as I spent the whole time trying to journal my feelings. I JUST WANTED TO BE HOME. Home meant that someone else would know why it hurt so much. I needed to be with my Aggie family during our time of mourning. I wore an Aggie t-shirt on the plane home and had some small talk with other travelers about our tragedy, but none could quite get it.
I arrived in Dallas at last. I traveled to College Station and joined the ranks of Aggies gathering at the Polo Fields with our candles lit. I wept with you and I, at last, felt at home.
Even now, it's been almost six years and I can't read about Bonfire without tears. I've been afraid to open this forum because I knew what it would lead to. As difficult as it is to face my sorrow, I'm so glad to know this forum has continued. The things that bless my life the most...Salvation through Jesus Christ, my family and friends, Texas A&M...