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Two people I grew up with--one in the traditional sense, the other one on Syracuse University's campus--passed away recently.

Her and I weren't best friends, per se, but we were friendly for four years. There are photos of us from bid day (she was the only familiar face then), college graduation, and many sorority parties in between. She was smart and sweet; the kind of woman for whom phrases like "beautiful inside and out" are made for. I can hardly believe our current reality. Just this past weekend, a joyous occasion brought me to Syracuse with five women (sisters) we both adored. One shared life begun, another tragically lost.