Lost Friend Lost
Those of you who have been on my flist for years will remember all the many posts about Carrie. Well, she died this past Saturday. She was only thirty-eight years old. My first suspicion was that it had been suicide or an overdose, or maybe she'd found a boyfriend even more abusive than all the rest. As it turns out, they suspect it was a heart attack, and that she died in her sleep, peacefully and painlessly. The coroner or whoever said her heart "did not look good," and evidently her father's family had a history of heart problems.
In a way, I'm kind of glad I cut ties with her before this happened. It would be really awful if I were still close with her.
I was talking to histrionic about it, and he put it perfectly what makes this so sad, that it seems like she never really got a chance in life to be happy.
Love,
Ryan
In a way, I'm kind of glad I cut ties with her before this happened. It would be really awful if I were still close with her.
I was talking to histrionic about it, and he put it perfectly what makes this so sad, that it seems like she never really got a chance in life to be happy.
Love,
Ryan