Losing a Loved One

three days before the senior disney trip during my senior year of high school, i came to school in the morning, and the minute i entered the hallway, i felt that something was wrong. Groups of people were standing in different spots, and there were many more adults standing around than usual. The school was unusually quiet. Not until first period did i find out that it was becuase someone in our school had died in a car crash the previous night. And it was someone i knew, not very well, but knew nonetheless. She was in some classes with me, and I had even worked on a group project with her, not one month before. During study hall i bawled on my friend's shoulder, and then again at the wake.
The wake had to have been the worst though...some people say that when a person dies, they look like they're sleeping. She just...didn't look that way at all. It was so hard to believe that that was the very last time i would see her again. I remember her as always smiling and laughing, and it just seemed so, so unfair that someone so full of life should be deprived of it at so young an age. I think i will always regret not getting to know her better. And so, even while I mourned for her, i learned something important, something that was probably shoved in my face hundreds of times, but i didn't get until tragedy struck. That I have to really treasure all those around me, and fully appreciate them, and not take for granted that they'll always be there, because they could be snatched away in an instant. That i have to talk to people more, not just my friends, that i need to get to know everyone just a little bit better.

Jam it back in, in the dark.