My little sister plays on a soccer team, and one day while i was away at school, my father called me while i was eating dinner. He said two words to me, "Taylor Died." She had played on my little sisters soccer team for years, i had seen her grow and change into a lovely young woman. At just 12, TWELVE, she was gone. I had never had to deal with losing somebody, we weren't even friends really, but i knew her and she knew me. We would joke and play around, but i never thought she'd ever be gone. I will always feel grief for her, and i become overwhelmed with sadness whenever i think about such a nice pure soul leaving this Earth. Take advantage of love, use it as much as possible, every single day. Rest Easy, beautiful.