Out of that entire group, there is only one girl that I stay in somewhat regualr contact with - she's right beside me. But that's not what this entry is about. This morning, I learned that a girl from the sorority passed away. She initiated a year after me, and I didn't really get to know her very well. But that doesn't really matter. She might have only been 21years old. That just doesn't seem fair, does it? It doesn't seem fair that a bright, young woman lived what should have been golden years of her life battling a disease when she should have been battling traffic to get to the movies, the mall. There is some mysterious purpose to this life.