Open my yearbook, she texted from her father's house.
Look up this name.
So I did and replied that I did and she replied:
He was in my grade
He killed himself yesterday
My mind struggles to wrap around the enormity of it
And so does hers, I suspect
He wasn't a close friend
More like a friend of a friend
But the school is small
And fourteen is too young to be looking at mortality
And the pain that would make it look like a relief
So I stare at the screen of my phone
And I text her and tell her that I don't know what to say
It's awful, but that's not a strong enough word
It's sad, but that's not a strong enough word
It's heartbreaking to imagine what his family is feeling
And that's not a strong enough word
Because there are no words for this
There just aren't.