I went over to a friend's house for dinner tonight. He's about 12 years older than me, and cousin to the mother of a couple of girls I went to high school with. He had some sad news.
The oldest daughter, Katie, was a year behind me in high school. I had a huge crush on her, though she never wanted to be anything more than friends. She played volleyball, and she was a total sweetheart to really everyone she knew. Everyone liked her but she belonged to no clique.
Like most people, she grew up, went to college, got married and had kids. She also got breast cancer. It spread so quickly and to so many places that she only has a few months to live. She would have to be about 30 or 31.
Shit happens in life. Think you've got problems? That you can't work through the shit? Look around... someone has it worse.
As for Katie, I'll always remember her as this beautiful person that made me feel included and at ease. Even though she might not have many days left, the world was certainly made better because she was a part of it.