| Icq-2 6/05/2002 Icq�s friends reminder is popping up again once I log onto icq network. I look at that window, knowing I will never be able to contact her again, clicking on her ID, and then check message history for the last message I sent to her. �Please contact me if you are OK� That was the last message I sent to her, Cynthia; last year. From the last message I sent to her sometimes last September till now, I had deleted several ID that added me but never talk to me, or some long lost friends, but I never want to delete her ID. I will just let icq pop up to remind me again, again and again. There is another name, jack, I will never want to delete, and it�s doing the same popping up once in a while. Icq is requesting me to send them e-mail so they will go on icq again. But I know they won�t read any e-mail even if I send them anything. I logged on Jack�s icq from his computer last May, 2 days after mother�s day; he had stored his password in the computer. Right after I logged on, several messages popped up, asking how was I doing, or where had I been. Some of them think �I� was out of hospital already at that moment. Jack�s sister cried silently and leaned herself on my shoulder, as I would heal all her sorrows while we were trying to find a best way to reply these friendly messages. Her tears had all dried up 2 days ago in Cornell hospital, Manhattan. I wrapped my arms around her and letting her tears soak my shirt, and sending mourn to all his friends on his list, including his long distance relationship in Taiwan. Then we waited for reply.. then we sent out the address for his funeral. No one would imagine that, one function of icq, would be sending out one�s death notice to his friends on the list. And from the last message history on jack�s icq, it was a message that me and his sister composed. And he was only 24. Cynthia was a very tall girl, she was also 24. She wrote to me after I post my first article on sina�s BBS. I talked about how my day was like in a day when I work in Wall street as a stock broker. I got off subway number 4 or 5 express at Broadway station, and the first thing I saw right after I got out of the station was the twin tower. Cynthia worked at the 103rd floor, tower one, as a computer analyst. And we had our first cup of coffee in one of the shop in WTC. I remember calling her cell phone on that day.. after I saw what happened on TV. And I knew she start working at 8 AM. Perhaps I shall never delete any ID that stop showing up on my list, and just send them e-mail to ask them if they are ok. Maybe one of those days.. I will only be remembered by the pop up from icq; among my friends, or someone I never met. And I hope they would remember me, as I do with them. I hope so�.. |
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