Being an Aggie..

I'm going to try to do what so many have tried and failed to do before, describe what an Aggie is.

Tonight I went to the Bonfire Memorial at 2:42 am. I expected to find very few people there, after all few if any of these people knew people who died or were injured in the collapse. But there were a couple of thousand people there.

At 2:42 Mr. Kerlee and I approached the center pole stone along with the Wests. The crowd soon followed (ok after some encouragement). There we read the "We Remember Them" poem. Then someone started singing Amazing Grace. We soon all joined in... the only problem is we started to forget the verse order and some of the words. Then we sang The Spirt, and someone actually started to do the yell at the end. This caused quiet a few smiles and even some laughs.

Then on our way out the fish from Squadron 16 stopped to hug Mr. Kerlee. These people were in 8th grade when Bonfire fell... but they are connected to Tim by the common bond they share which is that he stood in their shoes exactly 6 years ago.

This is what being an Aggie is all about. Being there when fellow Aggies are hurting and need your comfort. Being able to smile or laugh, even at the darkest times, to brighten someone else's outlook. And to continue a legacy, not because its "tradition," but because its the right thing to do.

There's a spirit can n'er be told...