If I could meet God, I would ask him why he makes nice people die horrible deaths.  I don’t understand how someone as sweet as Slyvia could be taken in such a horrific, painful way.

When we met we started realizing how similar we were in life.  It was so funny alike we were, it was almost as if we were seperated twins.  I kid you not, even physcially we were similar.  We met at training for work in North Carolina, we were staying at the same hotel and over the 4 days we were there we became fast and close friends.  After we left we kept in contact by email almost daily about work and life.  She was planning to come visit soon, and I had invited her to the wedding.  She wrote me a couple of weeks ago asking me for my address saying that she had bought me something and wanted to mail it to me.  I told her that was something I would do, and she said “Yeah, I know.”  I haven’t gotten what she got me in the mail, and I guess I sort of hope I don’t.

Anyways, shes gone and she died a horrible death and I can’t think of anyone else in the world that didn’t deserive it.  I hope shes making fun of me from where ever she is for being so sad over someone I didn’t know very long.