Ghosts of Harvard

by Francesca Serritella

before his passing. A wave of gratitude washed over

always thought he’d get better.”

You and I have both lost someone. I like to think they’re like the stars. Their light hasn’t gone out. Candlelight goes out. But something as bright as a star, or a soul, that light moves on.

Legacy is different from fate. I chose to inherit his legacy, and I’m choosing to carry it onward. Fate implies you have no control. I admit, choice can be a burden, it would be a load off to think the future’s already set. But I don’t believe anything is written in the stars. I want to write it myself.

All of our stories end, one way or another. The stars are a reflection of the past, what you leave behind.