Hi, everyone. Something happened over the weekend that was pretty horrible. Nils Berggren, a boy who went to my school, passed away from lymphoma. Nils was 14 years old and he was in the ninth grade. I never knew him personally, and I'm not going to be that person who complains about "I wish I had gotten to know him better".
But my heart goes out to his sister, his parents, his friends. I remember last year, at school, we did a fundraiser called Buzz for Berggren, where the boys shaved their heads to raise money for Nils' hospital bills. At that time, the atmosphere was so... hopeful. Like cancer was something vague and undefined, like death was something that maybe happened to other people, but it could never, ever happen to a ninth grader with his whole life ahead of him.
And really, that's how it should be, shouldn't it? He should have his whole life ahead of him. He should be worrying about grades and parties and math tests, not life or death.
But I guess there's really nothing to worry about anymore, is there.
My friend Paige did a beautiful post on this topic that I think you guys should take a look at. It's a letter addressed to him. Paige didn't know him personally either, but those emotions are kind of all-encompassing. I won't be posting anymore about Nils, but I just wanted to dedicate a day to him, and address what happened, and I guess just say goodbye.
So yes. Goodbye, Nils. You're in a better place now.