Famous Last Words: I Miss Her Every Day
I've talked about my best friend once before. Did I mention she loved cats? She did. The last one she had was named Luna, and she is an interesting character. Sometimes she would eat her food like a normal cat, but most of the time she insisted on throwing food across the floor with her paw, running after it, catching it, and then eating it.
I hate writing about her in the past tense.
I caught myself today reaching for my phone to text her about the latest shenanigans at work that she would have laughed at.
The fact that I can never tell her another thing, everything that I didn't say or show her is a lost opportunity.
The longer that time goes on the more I realize just how much of my life was shaped and told through her being there. There were so many times in the past that I would let her tell an embarrassing story about me because of how much better she told it. That is gone. Now those highlight moments are memories that only I remember.
My brain wants to tell me that she's still out there somewhere, but I know she's not.
It's so crazy to think that a body is so much more than just what someone looks like. It carries their personality, their being. Once her body was gone, her humor, moods, and complete character were also gone.
I don't think she realized it, but she was very much a huge part of what held our group of friends together. Senior year, we got voted the "group of friends most likely to last." We've only steady contact with one of those people, and now she's gone.
We were huge nerds together, we made straight A's together from junior high until high school graduation. We never got to take a college class together and now that's a missed opportunity on my part.
And I miss her every day.
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