a part that I can not handle. A friend of mine passed away on Monday. No, she wasn’t an extremely good friend, but I would consider her my friend. I probably have only talked to her a handful of times, but the way she writes and let everyone into her life through these 38 pages, I feel like I am her friend.
She fought cancer for a long time, she was insanely strong and determined. It makes me cry thinking how horrible it is that she is gone now. She was 21, a student who had more on her plate then studying or working. She was fighting for her life from something inside of her that she had no control over.
Cancer is a horrible thing. I am going to the viewing in a few short hours, and I am dreading it.
Please read the link I posted up there.
