Crazy huh?
How someone else’s death can impact you, someone you only met a few times. All of these people dying around me are so young and full of life, only to lose everything after a night devoted to a bottle.
I don’t know why this one is different, why this one hits close to home.
Maybe because she had partied at my house? Maybe because I gave her a hug once? Maybe because all I can think is, “damn! What if it was my house she was leaving? What if my rule of no crashers forced her out and into her car?”
Or maybe because I can’t help but think about how agonizing this would be if it was close friend of mine? Maybe because the thought of this is always in my mind when you walk out of my door?
I thank God that the after effects of my parties have yet to claim a friend, but when does this luck run out? Wheres that line?
Rest in peace girl, you will never be forgotten….
