Last night, in our tiny town, a beautiful young woman died. As of this time, I do not know the cause. She just...passed. She was a year younger than my ex-stepdaughter, which makes her around 19. I did not know her as I did many of the other girls around that age. I did not know her favorite color, or music group, or even if she played many sports.
What I do know is: Her father works with my ex, and is a funny, smart man. Her mother is hilarious, and seems game for any kind of fun. I know she was beautiful. I know she was mischievous. I know she rode her four wheeler too fast. I know she helped others as a CNA. I know that I always confused her with another girl that shared the ride to UWP with my ex-stepdaughter. I know she enjoyed life with many friends doing what friends in a town of 800 do. I know she didn't take a bad picture. All in all, I don't know much.
And yet, my heart aches tremendously for those that did know her. As a parent, I ache for hers--not even able to comprehend such a loss. As a friend, I ache for her friends, now having to deal with the hole in the group. I hope they can fill that hole with great memories and hysterical mishaps. As a member of the community, I ache for all the people she touched even for a minute, with a 'hi' or a smile.
The world, the community, the gang, the family, is one person shy of complete today.
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