There is one person from my graduating high school class who has died. This was years ago, so tragically very young.
I saw her waitressing at a restaurant I ate at one evening while visiting my family in my home town. I can’t help feeling like if I had said something nice to her, I could have somehow lifted her out of her cloud of misery.
I know it was not my fault… none of it was. Those who have left this world in their pain and agony is not our fault. All we can do is pray for whomever we can. That is all; it is more than enough.