I presently write with grief and sorrow for another melancholic experience as a student. This is the third time I had a classmate who died.
Every time you hear of the fresh news, it is indeed surprising and unbelievable; it makes you cringe, your lovely day darkens as you gradually realize that a friend can no longer talk to you the next day, the next week, the next years, or simply... forever. And they left you without bidding you farewell, you expected tomorrow to be another ordinary and normal day in which they will still exist in, they will still hug you and compliment you for your personality and taste. It is truly shocking to hear all of a sudden that they're gone, and they're never coming back.
She now lies in her coffin, still and lifeless, cold, emotionless, her eyes closed, and she is painfully relieved of the smile she normally used to wear. She is dead.
Causes of death is said to remain unknown to those who will not ask about it from her parents. I, myself, do not know it yet.
The Grim Reaper took her just this Tuesday, January 8, at 3AM they say.
RIP Christine Roda †
Thanks for the hugs, the compliments, and the friendship. I'm really happy I became part of your cheerful life, even for just a while.