Thursday, 25th of February.

The date is symbolic because it's the date that someone suffered who should never have had to suffer like she's doing right now.

Thursday, the 25th of February, is the day that the father of a classmate of mine, Kirsty Assef, died of a heart attack. It was very sudden. The only good thing - if there could be one - was that he died too quickly to have felt anything.

Doesn't mean Kirsty - a full-time boarder at my school - ever got to say goodbye.

Kirsty is one girl in this world who could NEVER have deserved this. She's a very kind, friendly girl who comes from a beautiful family. She's always enthusiastic about everything, she's very spirited and optimistic and everyone in my year group loves her to bits. I'm not exactly friends with her because, well, sadistic people like me don't exactly go well with angels like Kirsty. But we still got on, and I still think she's an awesome kid.

She's also pretty much my twin sister's best friend. My sister was absolutely devastated; when we were told, basically the first sound you heard in that period of shocked silence was a loud, keening sobbing from my sister. I've never seen my sister look as broken as she did that day, and I've seen her look pretty broken in the past two years.

So many people knew Kirsty's father personally, and everyone was deeply shocked and heartbroken for Kirsty.

All I can say is that it should never have happened. It's awful because Kirsty's an incredibly devout Christian, and it was during one of her favourite times of the week - chapel - that she was told. What kind of God could do that to someone? Especially someone like Kirsty? This kid has never done anything wrong in her life. She doesn't even swear, and she's so caring about everyone. I take my shit because I know I deserve it. But Kirsty could NEVER deserve what's happened to her and her family.

Jess and Bonnie are going to the funeral on Monday. I know that I could never go; it wouldn't feel right. I've never met Kirsty's dad, and I'm not even that great friends with her. Hell, I don't even know the father's first name. It would have felt wrong to intrude on something as deeply personal as that.

*sigh* it's always a Thursday that shit like this goes down. People may think Mondays are bad, but it's Thursdays which are the real shit. Maybe we should all hide under our beds and pray that nothing happens every Thursday.. but then even when we try to hide, shit finds us in the end.

~lylt,

The Aliway.