It was just last Sunday she sat on our living room couch with us as we enjoyed ice cream sundaes, sharing embarrassing moments and summer plans, and she excitingly talked about her plans to travel to Australia. She was full of life, of heart and plans for the future.

And now its over. Its not a slight change in plans, or a short delay... its just the end.

She was a friend of my roommate's who I had meet just a few times. While I barely knew her but I could tell she has a huge heart and loved life.

But when I heard yesterday that she was killed in a car accident Friday night, I was struck with the realization that life really can just end. It can end right in the middle of your plans, in the middle of your youth -- end, right when you least expect it.

While I knew better I have always thought of death as something that comes when a life has been well lived, when time has used up a body. It was something that comes when there is nothing more to come and its just the next step, an unpleasant step but an unavoidable one.

Yet, death just comes... time and age mean nothing.

I can't help but wonder what she would have been doing last Sunday had she known it was one of the her last days? What would we have all done if we had known? As clique as it sounds it leaves me with the realization this may be my last moment. All my plans could just end...