It was a cloudy, rainy day, and I was at my college’s library wasting time on Facebook. As I scrolled down my news feed, looking at the pictures posted and comments being made, I found a strange post. It was from a newspaper I am subscribed to, called The Souderton Independent. Some of you may be familiar with it.
The post was about some “Celebration of Life” service that was being held in honor of the web editor. As I read on, it discussed the web editor’s contribution to the newspaper, and how she was loved by all. I was extremely confused at this point. Was the web editor giving a speech on life? Was she leaving the newspaper and going to another company?
As it shockingly turns out, this service was a memorial service for her. She died “after a freak accident on the Pennsylvania Turnpike when a flying road sign crashed through her windshield” (abclocal).
I reread this over and over again on Facebook, and then the news. It just could not be. Certainly somebody that I knew could not have died.
How did I know Morris, you may be thinking.
For my senior project at my high school, we had to do a huge project that would determine if we could graduate. It had to be related to our future career. I chose to shadow a reporter and to see what it is like working for a newspaper.
During my project, I had contacted many newspapers, asking if I could please shadow somebody. The only editor that responded to my email was Morris. She had worked with me from day one to try and figure out what I wanted, and what she could offer. She gave me more than I expected.
I had the oppurtunity to shadow a reporter on a story, which was a great experience. I got to sit on a casual meeting, where they discussed what stories they should write. I also had the chance to interview a reporter from the newspaper and talk about her experience working with a newspaper. These experiences that I had allowed me to make a monumental decision in my life. This decision was to pursue media and communications in college, shooting towards my dream career of a reporter.
If I was not given this opportunity, who knows where I would be today? Maybe I would have followed a different path, and opted out of chasing my dreams. I have Morris, and all of those who helped me at The Souderton Independent, to thank for sending me in the right direction.
This year, I had reconnected with Morris, to see if there were internships available at The Souderton Independent. While they could not offer me an internship, Morris was glad to hear that I was pursuing media and communications, and offered to help me look for places I could intern at for the summer.
I never got to email her back, and thank her for everything she had done for me.
It makes me sad that somebody so young, healthy, and a good head on their shoulders had to pass so soon. My thoughts are with her family.
This makes me realize, that while our lives are destined to be long, they can end shorter than expected. Our lives are precious. We should live them to their fullest. More importantly, we should let our loved ones know how important they are to us. Even if you receive the smallest act of kindness, let the person know how thankful you are.
Rest in peace Emily Morris, thank you for everything you did for me. I hope I can serve the community as you once did ❤