died early this morning. I have not been to her parents. Spent the day with her aunt. I am chicken of holding the grif for her parents if only for a moment. I am sad for everyone. She may have done something bad but I just can't fathom how she could and I know she felt that death was her only choice. I don't feel she fought. Now I see the pics and see the surviving son's sadness and wonder what is going on with me. I need to see her parents.