Dear anons - two dear friends and also coworkers were in a car wreck yesterday. One didn’t make it, and the other is in really bad, broken shape.

I wonder why I am reaching out to an anonymous group, but feel there is a connection even in our anonymity.

So I know there are combat vets in here that have had to deal with members of their platoon dying when in war - I am an RN who has a really close set friends who deal with everyday gunshots, car wrecks and surgery and such, but I never thought we would have to deal with the loss of one of our own.

This doesn’t happen in a hospital setting very much.

We all got through it today, but how do you deal with the loss of someone who is at the prime of their life and doing all they ever wanted to do, only to be burned to a crisp in a flash? And someone you also call friend?

It is surreal. And the other friend will have years, if ever to recover from nearly every bone being broken.

Why do the good die young?