death sucks

I went to the viewing for my High School classmate, Hannah Showaker. I can't believe she's dead; she was only 24, and a great person. To see that, you only have to know of where she died and what she was doing there: she was in Indonesia teaching English to children.

Still, although I'm upset, I can't say that I'm really sad; mostly mad at myself. In High School, I mostly just teased her and joked with her casually; I never spent the time to get to know her. I saw her a couple times after High School; like when she came back from doing missionary work in Belize. Still, I didn't get to know her like I should have, and now I can't. I guess that's why people have a hard time dealing with death: the 'what should I have done' stuff.