This week has been a rough one. I’m not sure why, but it’s been hard.
I talked for a long time with a co-worker from out of town who also had her best friend die. It wasn’t suicide, and she got a chance to say goodbye. She got to hold his hand as he died. I can’t express how envious I am of that.
But in talking to her, she’s the first person who’s expressed much of how I feel. She’s the first one I’ve talked to who was able to put into words what losing my best friend, my person felt like. She went through it too. The person she called whenever anything went wrong… Whenever anything went right… Whenever a funny thing happened.
It’s hard to not be bitter about that loss. You were my go-to. You were my person. Everyone else who lost you still has their person to help them through…. At least that’s how it seems to me. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s very lonely without you here.
I love you.
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