An old friend of mine's sister died yesterday. I never knew her but I don't think she was all that much older than us. And I don't know anything about the circumstances other than she died owing to illness.

It doesn't seem right, or even possible. How can it be one of us dies? Our generation, a generation so rebellious, irreverent, so vocal, so young-- so forever young. Weren't we supposed to be the generation that would never succumb?