I read in a Facebook post by a woman I went to high school with, that a boy that we went to school with died Saturday. 
He was a man of course, not a boy, but I think of him as the bespectacled, freckled boy that was the consummate nerd. 
A boy I sometimes talked with on the excruciating ride to school on the bus, when I started my new school in 6th grade. 
There was no sensitivity training then, no anti-bullying campaign, no Dan Savage to tell us it would, or might get better. 
I have no idea how he died.  She didn't say, perhaps even made a point not to say, but I may be reading too much into it. 
I do that.