She died late Monday night, her body finally giving out.
Her funeral is on Friday. I'm trying to help her mother organise it. Her mother didn't know, either, that she'd fallen back into bulemia. No one did. If I'd payed more attention, I would have seen it. Poor Gracelin. She was determined, and talented, she was a good person, a good friend, she had a future.
She just wasn't good enough for herself.