A hard life

This is my friend Cashia. She is one of the kindest people I know. We first knew each other when we played on a soccer team in 6th grade. Our coach was her brother Hutch. Another thing that we both love is skiing! She always tried to get me to ski on the Sundance Ski Team with her when we were in junior high, but soccer always kept me too busy. Throughout junior high and high school we hung out with different groups of people, but our love for skiing and soccer always helped us stay friends.




During my first two years of college I ended up skiing with her on the UVSC Ski Team. We spent 3 days out of the week at Sundance. We both have the same pace when we're skiing, and to this day she is the only girl that I like skiing with (besides my mom).

The first time that a member of her family passed away was when we were in 10th grade. Her sister died in a car accident. I had never had a friend that had to deal with death before. About 2 years ago her mom passed away from cancer. I remember calling her one day to ask how her mom was doing and she started crying and told me that she only had a week to live. I felt like all I could do was cry with her. Today I found out that her brother Hutch, who was our soccer coach when we were young, passed away in a car accident last Saturday.

I don't know how people deal with the horrible pain that comes from a family member passing away (let alone 3). I hate that bad things happen to good people. I remember going to her mom's funeral and thinking, "nothing else horrible could possibly happen to this family." My heart aches so much for her and her family.