A high school classmate of mine is no longer with us. As often happens, I didn't keep up with her after high school, and we all grow so much as people after that time, so I can't claim to know her as an adult.
The girl that I knew in high school so many years ago was bright, shining, and full of life. She was athletic, smart, and had the world at her fingertips. I certainly can't begin to understand the hurt and the despair that she must have felt, and it must have been deep, because the girl I knew was so strong and vibrant.
It's important that we remember her as she lived, that young girl - full of energy with a flashing smile that we all knew so well. She will be missed, and we're all a bit poorer for her absence.