Death, what a harsh word.
I mean about how unfair it is.
Why do people die?It is so unfair.
I loved her so much.
She was so young and had so much life to live. It is so unfair.
We all thought she was getting better.
She wasn't.
She was getting sicker. It is so unfair.
I feel so guilty about being so lucky,
I prayed for her every night, that she would get better.
It didn't work.
The doctors thought they got all of it.
They didn't. It is so unfair.
She's gone.
I've gone on with my life.
I am going to be strong.
Now I know to live my life fuller.
I know not to make mistakes.
I know not to make bad choices.
I loved her so much. It is so unfair.
Bridget -- she lives in all of us. | 
