We are the forgotten.

No, not forgotten.

We are the unrecognized.

When your daughter,

only 18 years old,

swerved and flipped,

suddenly became a corpse in a coffin,

who did you think of?

Certainly not us.

Many hearts break and ache:

her family, her friends,

her loved ones.

So much hurt in their hearts. 

We all fervently hope they are

"okay."

Some of us pray for them.

But they never even think of us. 

No one does.

We are the unrecognized.

We are the witnesses.

We are the people who saw that little girl wreck her car.

We saw her die.

And in that moment, we became family.

In all following it, we remained bound to her. 

The pain.

We've lost a dear friend;

a nameless dear friend,

a faceless dear friend.

In our dreams our actual dear friends begin dying.

Their mangled faces are all too clear, faceless no more.

Humanity hurts our hearts. 

Empathy ends everyday activity.

We cry and scream and see things.

We see your daughter die. Again.

and again.

We suffer, we ache, we hurt. 

But few can understand. You will never know.

We are the unrecognized, unknown, grievers of your daughter.