Death. It's all around us: in the television shows we watch, in the books we read, in the news, and sometimes it even enters our schools. Sometimes it comes in the form of illness, sometimes in suicide, sometimes in a car crash, and sometimes we have no clue why. Yesterday death entered a member of my school's student body in the form of illness, at least that's what they're guessing at this time. Her name was Casi and she was a sophomore and a member of National Arts Honor Society.
I didn't personally know Casi, but I feel like I should feel bad and I do. However, earlier I wasn't feeling bad for the sake of her death itself, but for the fact that I didn't feel bad about it. Now I know more about her. All I knew was a name and a face, but now I know about the NAHS, good grades, the fact that she was a best friend to a girl who I used to be a best friend to years and years ago, and she dated this guy who I consider to be a pretty good friend of mine. The horrible thing is that the guy broke up with her Wednesday and she died yesterday. And people have been crying and acting like zombies all day. And I feel so awkward because I have no clue what to say to anyone. =/
However, I have learned something from this. Appreciate everyone that is in your life because you never know when they're going to be gone.