Tonight I received a phone call from another volunteer I served with in Moldova informing me that another young woman from our group committed suicide on the 15th. He found out through another volunteer who read it in the news, as she had been something of a celebrity as a child. Now through calls and emails the sad news is rippling out from volunteer to volunteer.

She lived in the southern part of the country, while I lived in the north, so we didn't see each other often during our service; but the times I participated in trainings and activities with her I appreciated her quick sarcastic wit and wished I could get to know her better.

I want to say something, but I'm not sure what. It is hard to explain the bond I feel with my group members, even those I was not close friends with, and how heavy hearted I feel knowing the kind of pain she must have been in to want to end her own life and the pain her family is experiencing now.