For the record, I did not know Elizabeth Durante before she died.
I also didn't know Tavaryna Chouen.
I wouldn't have recognized either of them if we'd passed on the street, they wouldn't have been able to do the same for me, and I couldn't tell you a single thing about what made them unique. I can't tell you what was lost when they died, other than all the potential still remaining in a young life.
But I nearly went into shock this morning when I clicked on the Globe's website and saw the picture and name of Justin Cosby, both of which were instantly recognizable as the former 10th grader at CRLS who frequented the basketball courts between Magazine and Pearl.
Justin was a bright, engaging, energetic young man with an original, expressive writing style. I know this last part because as I've been unpacking and sorting out all the boxes of *stuff* that I've accumulated over the past few years, there are a few essays and assignments in there with his name at the top.
I have no idea why Justin Cosby was killed and probably never will. But I know he will be missed by many, all of whom never had the chance to say a proper goodbye.
Justin, may you rest in peace always.