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- Feb 22
Rea

So I’m going to her funeral tomorrow. She was eighteen and happy as can be and perfectly healthy. In less then four days bacterial meningitis killed her. She was healthy on Monday, brain dead by Wednesday, and off life support Thursday.

She was my friend. Had been on swim team with me and I’d watched her down maple syrup.

We’d gone to Harlan, Kentucky with my church and she was friends with so many of the people I know. She was friends with everyone, no matter who you were.

She was strong and had her whole life ahead of her.

I can’t believe this.

I’m going to my friends funeral tomorrow.

She was only eighteen…

you shouldn’t die that young.

She wanted to go to France…

She didn’t get to vote…

It was to early…
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