14.9.10

Life's not fair.

The past few days have been especially difficult for me and many of the comrades I've known for years from my High School.

Roland Espinoza had a light that found few and far between the majority of people I've ran across in this lifetime. His smile beamed, and his silly antics kept everyone rolling around giggling even when we were all about to get in masses of trouble. He was smart, cute, and an amazing friend to many.

There were a few people from my class of 2007 that seemed to bind the entire class together into one group and Roland was one of those key people. He was friends with everyone, never caused drama and always was there to ease the tension.

It was not too long ago that I saw him for the first time in a while since Graduation day. I randomly decided to pop into a party in Austin with some old High School acquaintances were. When I walked through the door Roland was standing there huge smile, and a hug waiting. He genuinely cared- he genuinely wanted to be friends with everyone.

The East Central Class of 2006, and 2007 have been exposed to death all too much. The human instinct in me wants to scream at the top of my lungs that it's not fair, that all too many GOOD, AMAZING people have been taken all too soon from us.

Carlos Moran, deserved to attend his jr. and sr. prom, deserved to walk the stage at graduation, deserved the mountain tops... RIP Carlos, you're missed by us all still now and still forever. I love you, and your words have saved me in many more ways than you could know. I know you're always with me, and I know you have been my guardian angel both before you left this earth and now. Thank you for everything- if I could trade you spaces you know I would.

Sara Strey, was the sweetest girl everyone knew. I didn't know her particularly personally, but what I do know of her is nothing but greatness.

Roland... oh Ro... you are deeply missed. By SOO many people. I can't believe you're gone.

It's just not fair... life's just not fair.

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