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I don't handle death well. At all. I cry when strangers die. Something about it is just unsettling to me. I can't wrap my brain around it. I'm sure one day I'll be able to cope better than I do now. But it doesn't help when someone one step closer than a stranger passes away unexpectedly.

I've only had a few encounters with her which would have otherwise been meaningless--having a small conversation with her while she was on her way to a JP meeting, her giving me a sticker that I would eventually put on my laptop, and the occasional wave hello. But the last encounter is what stuck with me. It was on the day she suddenly fell ill. Still a simple hello as she walked by the JP office (where I am currently writing this). But she looked so joyful and lively, not at all like someone who was about to pass away soon.

You can tell me all day about the circumstances of her death. She fainted while playing volleyball, had a seizure, went unresponsive, was put on life support for a while... But I'm never gonna understand why. Why did it have to be her? Why was it her time? Why did I have to see her on that day?

I feel so low right now. I can only imagine how those closer to her must feel. From my few encounters and from what I hear, she was a sweet and fun girl. If there is anything I could give that is better than condolences, I would gladly give it. This was a very tragic loss for friends, family, and the University of South Alabama.