The roomie that relapsed died. Probably 3 or so hours after I wrote my previous post. She stopped breathing and died in the bed next to me as I was sleeping. I heard her breathing/snoring at about 5 AM, but she was dead when I woke up at 8:45 AM.
I don't know what more to say about it right now. There is so much to say that I am overwhelmed and can't begin to communicate. Because beginning and not saying enough or not saying the right thing would be worse than just staying mute.
I guess I could say I feel badly. And I am sad. I went to her funeral yesterday. She was loved. It is a horrible thing, her death. She did not deserve it. Yes, it was a horrible, horrible waste. Terrible.
Enough.
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