It feels weird. And to be honest, I barely think of her. I didn't know her that well. But well enough. 

Sometimes a song will come on my shuffle and I'll be reminded of her. It feels like a bee sting. And then, I'm instantly reminded of her family. How they were at her funeral. I'll never forget her little brothers face. 

There's an overwhelming sadness to knowing someone that has died. Whether you were kindred with them or not, there is still this hollowness. The air was stale for the rest of the year at school. 

I remember being in class, right after the accident, walking up to Megan, my head hung low, my freshman voice the softest whisper, 

"she's going to be okay, right Megan?" 

She couldn't look me in the eye. All she could muster out, her words husky and dry, was, 

"I don't think so Tracy. I don't think so." 

Two days later, she was brain dead. Released form her deep coma, she was finally led into the light. Knowing her as a fighter, she must have fought her damnedest. But, still, we all have our time to go, right? 

That part still messes with me.