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2008 is determined to send me to the nut house. It is seriously out to get me. I swear. I have just been handed the morbid news that a dear friend of mine, Darcy, died a horrific death. She was out snowmobiling at Crowsfoot mountain and plunged 30ft to her death. I feel numb. I feel pain. I have so many emotions, swirling about, clouding my thoughts. This happened Sunday, and there's no word yet when a service is, or any articles about the unfortunate accident. I hate not knowing, and feel powerless to try and help her wonderful husband Rick. They were crazy about each other and did so much together. I can only imagine how this has devastated him. I want to cry. I want to be strong for him and for our friends. I want to hurl things and beat something up. I just don't know what to do. Fuck fuck fuck. Why?!