I found out last night someone I didn't even know very well, or even like, but that I cared about finally lost her battle with congenital auto-immune liver failure. She was 24, and died November 20th.
I hadn't even spoken to her in 8 months, only checked on her vicariously via myspace. Up until now, all indications were that she was still going pretty damn strong!
I really had no clue how bad grief was until now. Just, wow...
I think I progressed from sobbing mess to 'numb'... but looking back at how she lived her life to the fullest knowing her time was limited, and still kept her chin up, and smiled despite it all. It makes me realize how much I've wasted my own life, my own potential, and my own chance. Hers is gone forever... and that stings to even think about. If anyone deserved to have a long full life, she did.
Now I think back to how much it hurt to read about kids killed by these programs... it stung for me to read it having never known them. It feels like someone gutted me to know a former friend died... I can't even imagine how it feels for someone's family to lose a kid.
I'll be damned if I'll let this continue. I had a taste of this and I can barely function.
To everyone I was calloused towards, if you're still here to read this, I'm sorry. I'm genuinely, deeply sorry. I can only imagine how much worse grief can be if its someone you were truly close to.