These sorts of stories break my heart. It isn't right that someone who worked so hard should be gone so soon.
I aspired to be an Olympian and failed miserably. She did so much more than I've managed to do in my life, yet I am alive, and she is dead. It's a terrible shame.
I wish I could trade places with her, so she could have another shot. She was better than me, that's for sure.