This saddens me (see link)....wish I could have had one more conversation with her.  I keep sending her love whenever she comes to mind.  http://morningjournal.com/articles/2012/05/23/news/doc4fbcd718afb9c177781089.txt 
http://chronicle.northcoastnow.com/2012/05/24/vermilion-teen-killed-by-train-in-apparent-suicide-2/
 This poem below comes to mind now.  I hope you enjoy it.
Love,
Michele




Words For It
By Julia Camron
I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say–
Or something better.
I would murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shhh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.