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I'm not in the mood to post.

A friend jumped from her 23rd floor balcony.

A vivacious, amazing woman, reduced to a vegetable when she slipped into a coma caused by meningitis.

We saw her some time back - struggling with a cane, learning to use her limbs again since coming out of the coma. We felt so helpless.

Her long luscious hair snipped to an irregular bob. She looked like she was wearing adult diapers and that brought tears to our eyes, watching her slur slowly through her words - knowing what she used to be like - loud, funny and the life of the party.

I don't know why she jumped. I don't know how to help R come to terms with it. It's made worse by the fact that she was R's colleague.

RIP.