I can't remember exactly when I had a falling out with one of my close friends in high school, but our friendship never recovered. We eventually became friendly acquaintances, and I think the last time I spoke to her was on New Year's Day in 2003. When I found out last night that she was gone, I felt sad, but like I didn't have a right to claim this tragedy, to write about it or talk about her as my friend. I wasn't a friend to her, not for a long time. I would offer sympathy to those that were close to her but not claim myself as someone who wanted that sympathy.
But the more I learn, the sadder I get, and the more I want to talk about it. So much changed in the years we didn't talk. I feel mad and sad that I will never be able to speak to her again.
From this article and this one, I am learning more, and what stands out to me are all of the things being written about her life, not her death. That she became a talented attorney, dedicated to helping people, to making the world a better place. This is why I am writing here. I want to highlight this part of the story, the good person she was. So here's a story about one of her successes as a law student: Family Law Clinic represents one couple, eight adoptions. This line in particular stood out to me: "Mercedes [one of the eight children] also requested her middle name be changed to Nicole, which the judge granted."
I can't think of a nice, neat way to wrap up this post, so I'll just end here.