Death: Fact of Life we Refuse to Acknowldge?

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Someone so young and so alive has just passed away. She is a pretty girl, seemed so nice. She is a depiction of a good life. She had practically everything, good looks and brains, and a killer smile. I didn't understand how I felt when I received the news of her death. I was so tempted to ask God why,well I just did bcause I already had it in mind. But I continue to wonder, why it happend, why her? Someone so alive is so dead now, she is only a teener. What is really honestly striking about her death is the thought that life is just but a fleeting experience. I have thought about this a gazillion times, and I've heard about it, and in effect realized this very thought but it all seem that it is all but a thought, and never has become an understanding. I know it could happen, but I reject the fact that it could happen.Or maybe, I just refuse to acknowledge it, because it is against the concentration gradient, as science put it, or, it does not follow the natural order of things as reason argues. The death of that beautiful girl breaks my heart. It is surely breaking a ot of hearts. Her passing away must be an overwhelmingly painful experience for her parents. They may have questions, lots of questions. But there may be more regrets than questions. Had they made her happy? Are they feeling the emotions, portrayed by movie characters, of being so late, and realizing the worth of that loved one who has passed away when that person is gone forever for the rest of their lives?Does it take someone else's life for us to learn this fact of life? To be kind and sensitive, and to love and show love to the people who matters to us? Why do we realize their worth after they're gone? We were never taught to take anyone for granted, but why is it deeply engraved in our thoughts, which has dreadfully become an act that has tragically become a habit? It has become a culture. Where did we learn all these? Has the world been plagued with this kind of ailing culture? Perhaps. We see it everywhere, we don't acknowledge its occurence, and by rejecting the idea of it, we allow ourselves to get infected by it. The human race has become so weak, and getting weaker and weaker. How many deaths should there be for us to realize?