I found out today that a guy from one of my classes committed suicide this past week. I am still in shock. He was well loved in class, very outgoing, funny, and always going out of his way to make you smile. And now he's gone.
It's not that I knew him that well. I didn't.
But somehow, knowing that he's gone, forever, makes me want to cry. And now, I'll always associate him and his death with my sociology class. It's heartbreaking.
I wish I had tried harder to get to know him. I wish I had made more of an effort to let him know how amazing I thought he was. And how I felt like a 16 year old, butterflies and all, when he would talk to me. But I guess that's one thing I'll never be able to do. I'll never get that opportunity back. But from now on, I'm going to just go for it when I want to get to know someone. I'm not going to wait on them. Because even if I wasn't able to impact this one person's life, maybe I can help someone else realize how loved and appreciated they are...
At the end of the day, at least I know I will miss him. And I hope that somehow, wherever he is now, he knows it too.
Much love,
Kaitlyn
