One of the people I talk with on Conversation Exchange lives in Paris. She is always cheerful, bordering on ebuillent.
Yesterday she put something on Facebook which resulted in several people giving their condolences. I didn't know what it was -- sometimes she will post things that are actually quotes from poems or songs - so I asked.
Her little sister killed herself.
I only know this person as a conversation partner. I've only spoken to her brother once, and I didn't even know she had a sister. This really has nothing to do with me, and there's nothing I can do. I did offer to talk with her if she needs it, but I doubt she will - time, distance, language.
Yet I feel awful for her. And somehow shattered by the death of someone that I didn't even know.