Though our contact was brief, it was not possible not to have noticed how effervescent this young lady was. The shock of her passing got me thinking: why does God allow parents to bury their children? Why don't we exit in the order that we entered? But we cannot question God.
Lara, you are (and that is deliberate) a candle in the wind. Even though your light may have been blown out, it shines on in the hearts of those you touched with your readily available smiles.
Adieu!

Mr. Gersh.