Ugly sweater party. Obviously neither of us went ugly enough. |
She was killed in an accident soon after I moved to Georgia, and it still doesn't seem real to me that I'll never see her again. She was so smart, so funny, so young, so caring, so full of life. I haven't had the heart to delete a voicemail from her, random emails or text messages she sent about coming to visit. It still seems like she should be coming to visit.
At my wedding reception, with another best friend, Angie. |
Halloween 2010: She was Spring. I was Summer. It seemed like time stretched infinitely before us. |
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