I had a friend who was sweeter than cherry pie. She never had a negative word to say about anyone.
She was more my sister than my friend. She would never show her emotions beyond a silly grin, whether she was sad or upset. She only once gave me a good scolding and that was because I deserved it.
She never wanted to let off that she was sick, to weak or in pain. She was stubborn like that and I adored her for it. She never asked for help. She never seemed to need it as strong as she was. She never worried about anything and I mean anything. She had building debt but still traveled and enjoyed life. She also never cleaned her room but I loved her for it.
She was living on borrowed time the moment we all found out she had cancer at age 19. She fought that bitch until age 29, when finally, it won. She spent her last days with loved ones, travelling with her family, celebrating her birthday with her friends. All the while, I knew she would be gone soon.
I was there when she died, I saw her soul go up to God.
There isn’t a day I don’t think about her in just about everything I do. I lost my best friend, my only friend and because of it, I’ve been friendless since.
I miss you and Happy birthday.