One Year Later
I can't believe it's been a year. As I woke up on August 2, 2015, I became informed that one of my classmates, Stephany Villegas, had died the night before in a car accident . I felt confused, sympathetic, and deeply saddened by the news. It was kind of hard for me to process what had happened. "How could she just be... gone?" was the question I kept asking myself. This girl that I sat behind in my Spanish class was dead, and I would never see her again. In my life, I haven't had too many direct experiences with death. I mean, all four of my grandparents have passed away and I have known a few other people in my life that have died, but I consider myself very much spared from a lot of the pain that death brings. And so Stephany's passing was hard. It came out of nowhere and I didn't really understand how it had happened or how to react to it. But what made it harder was the fact that she was so close to me in age. One of the things that made my p...