In Memory

My sis got back from Africa only to find out that one of her best friends has died. This morning they confirmed suicide. A massive dosage of sleeping pills followed by cocaine were results of testing. Though my sister was a wreck last night, today it's as if the news were to have been delivered anew all over again because she was informed that the body was found a week after death. No one called him. No one thought to check until a week later.

The facts seem incongruent. The kid was dynamite and a star. One of the top dancers on the scene, go lucky, gorgeous, and popular.

The boy came out while in high school. My sister had a huge crush on him. He seemed in many ways estranged from his family. This isn't the first death in my sister's small high school class. For many at her boarding school, their friends were their family and their lives. Many went there because they were not close to their families. Leaving high school was overwhelming.

My heart goes out to his families. My sister's clique of friends families did get along though. In that way, we all knew him.