why is it that the good die young we got the word today, she passed she had only been sick for a couple months she was vibrant and full of life could light up a room, with her hearty laugh and joyful soul, she never complained about the death sentence, she was given she never said, why me, she accepted fate and moved on with the time she had left, no time to waste, what if the doctors were wrong, and she had less time a reason to keep moving, not sit still to never be idle from this point, she understood and accepted in stoic silence, while the rest of us wallowed in her shadow, so again i ask why her, i don't understand, i will never understand so many good ones taken away before their time why? Heaven is full of angels already, there is no need for another one, she needed more time, and life needed a little more time with her