Too young to ... die?
One of my best friends from elementary school died on Saturday. Oh, we hadn't spoken in years. We went our separate ways in middle school when I started seriously getting into the occult and my dad was officially wigging out. But, those hot summer days when we were just kids playing at her house were the best.
She is the first friend my age to die from anything serious like cancer (instead of something stupid like riding a motorcycle too fast while stoned). I want to tell some of our stories, but I'm not ready, yet. I'm still in the selfish mode; morning her loss for myself and missing her, dealing with my own mortality, etc.