So...This Tuesday, a boy at my school, who I regretfully did not know very well...passed away. He lost a 17-year-long battle with Cancer that day.

The tone of the day was somber. I can't say I felt too sad, although I did to some capacity, because, like I said, I never knew him personally.

His name was Rodney Momon. He was a Junior. Older than myself. The name sounded familiar, and so did his face. I didn't know him personally, but I knew who he was. I wish I'd gotten to know him better. I wish I felt more remorse for his death than I do. I feel like it's wrong and unacceptable to be laughing and smiling so soon after someone important died.

But maybe not being sad over someone I didn't know isn't wrong. What makes it wrong to me is the fact that he went to my school, and other people who didn't know him were writing tributes to him on Facebook. I didn't.

Does that make me a bad person?

Yesterday, though, a friend of mine had her second or third child, I'm not sure. She's 17. She's a Junior.

I find the timing...amazing. Rodney's life was lost, and Juliana's son Damian was given his.

This was a short "story" to share with you all, but I found it interesting. That there may be some force we don't know about after all...