This time my sister's boyfriend's mom. I never liked her, and he never got along with her. Their relationship was extremely fraught. Karen was a grade A hypocrite, and frankly a terrible mother to Jack. But she didn't deserve to die like this. It was a car accident. Goodness knows whether she was driving drunk or sober. But I don't wanna be accusatory.

She wasn't very old. Probably in her 40's? She wasn't necessarily a bad person. She was an anarchist, a progressive, a feminist, fighting the good fight. She had flaws like anyone else. Her own mom treated her like shit, so it's understandable that she didn't turn out to be the best parent herself. Not like she had a good role model. She was trying to not be like her mom.

I've already been having a hard time with survivors guilt lately. This is just one more person who left this world while I still live. Another person who actually had direction in her life that was snuffed out, while I have no idea what to do with a life that's lasted way longer than I ever thought it would. Life is wasted on me. It's not fair.

I'm worried about Jack. I dunno how this is going to affect him. We were gonna come visit Radha and Jack, but they don't want us to. So I guess we're just gonna wallow in awkward grief.