The Comfort of Stangers By Cynthia J. Martens Death sucks. Five years ago this was the opening of a eulogy by a minister for a mutual friend who died tragically. Spoken loudly and fiercely, then followed by a hollow silence, it was a slap in the face. Nonetheless, it was a fair assessment of how many of us felt.
Death still sucks.
It has not gotten easier as I have gotten older, or more experienced, or on more intimate terms with it. The pain of separation is agonizing. She was one of the victims of the TWA Flight 800 explosion. She was also the daughter of my best friend, Michele. Larissa was a beautiful girl, on the brink of womanhood, full of promise, life, and the energy of youth- fearless, passionate.