In loving memory

Day 145

Ten years ago today, I lost one of my best friends. Being 19 years old at the time, I experienced the tragedy of losing someone so close to you for the first time. The previous year, my paternal grandmother passed away. My grandmother lived in the Philippines so I was not close with her. Still, I was sad for my family's loss. At the same time, I understood that she was old and that it was her time to go... My friend was 19 years old and he died in a car accident. The pain of losing someone overnight, in the worst way possible, is a different kind of pain, one I would never wish on someone.

Sky, I miss you. I wish you were still here so that we could all celebrate your 30th birthday tomorrow together.