R.I.P., Amelia Corine Giordano. December 4th, 1989 - November 18th, 2009.

Amelia Corine Giordano was a very talented pianist, singer, artist, and writer. She was never big on social interaction, but when you did interact with her, though she could be a bit prude and maybe too sophisticated for your tastes, she was the kindest person you could ever meet. She had a good sense of humour, she was patriotic, and always stood up for what she thought was right.

Amelia always loved taking trips to Germany from Venice, Italy with her best friend: Her mother. They loved to sight-see together, taking time especially for the German castles.
This morning, that all came to an end.

Amelia and I have been friends for years now, though I know I've failed to mention her to the lot of you. I figured since she lives in Venice, everyone would think, "Well, she could be a complete liar! How do you know she isn't fake??"
Even if she was... The entire time she was a dear friend to me.

Death isn't something that I'm too familiar with... The death of my grandmother still stings my heart, and more recently, my (though not by blood) uncle Rick passed away from a heart attack (I believe), as well. I attended both of their funerals, but I don't think I fully understood the meaning of "You don't know what you got 'till it's gone".
Until now.
I'm just... I can't even explain how I feel. Part of me is angry because... just because, why /her/? Dear God, why her, of /all/ people? Part of me is still in shock... in denial... Thinking that tomorrow, everything will be okay. She'll get online and we'll goof off like none of this never happened.
But it won't... I know that it won't... and that's what's making me sob harder and harder... Knowing that I'll never be able to talk to the sweetest Italian girl on Earth ever again.

I'm not sure what I should do right now... but I know in my heart that if she were still with us, she would tell me that I shouldn't spend my time crying over her and dwelling on her death; that I had enough in my life to deal with right now, and I should be happy with what I have.
Maybe there are things that get me stressed right now, and I know that there are things that I can do to get me happy, but I think I'm going to take my time and mourn the death of an amazing friend. I at least owe her that.

There's... really nothing else I can do for her.
I'm sorry, Amelia... I wish I could do more than just sit here and cry.