Around this time, last year my college suffered the lost of a couple of its students. One girl was a freshman, a victim of a car accident and another was a fighter of cystic fibrosis (she happen to be in a class that I was taking). Even though I did not know these two girls extremely well or at all, I still mourned them. It touched me greatly because they were a member of my collegiate community and their causes of death are something that could affect me on a personal level.
The freshman died doing something that friends and I have done plenty of times, on her way home from some late night adventure when her car overturned. The other girl suffered from an ailment that doesn't have a long life expectancy, and ailment that my own [distanced] cousin suffered from. These girls have friends who miss them, family who anguished over their loss and their people who could have gained from knowing them but never got to know them.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't as sensitive as I am and other times I am happy for it. I see all human life as a gift, and when one is taken for whatever reason.... I feel that they should be mourned, whether or not I knew them. Not every death I read about effects me to the point of tears but many do, especially when I read personal accounts from family and friends.
Ramblings.
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