My Best Friend

I've been meaning to post this for a while. A little, explanation of me, I guess.

I was 16 years old. Dealing with something no teenager should. The loss of my best friend. Kelly was wheel chair bound, hard of hearing, and legally blind. And by far, the most amazing person I have ever met. Kelly never allowed her disabilities to define her. She was always there when we needed her, though I'm not sure how it was possible for us to all talk to each other and her all the time, it literally seemed like I was on the phone with her every 5 minutes all night long, for hours. At 18 years of age, Kelly lost up her battle with life. I don't have any idea what the name of the disease she had was. It never mattered to me, She mattered. My mom told me that she had talked to Kelly's mom, and Anne had warned her of Kelly's short life expectancy. As it was, Kelly was living on borrowed time. I knew someday she wouldn't be around anymore. I knew someday I wouldn't see her precious "Kelly smile" on earth ever again.

I will never forget calling her from the nurses office one Monday, asking why she wasn't in school. Her mom told me that she was admitted to the hospital. Kira and I spent the rest of our lunch block walking around school, crying saying "this isn't happening" "this can't be happening" "I'm not ready yet" . I will never forget that.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I felt when she passed away. March 18, 1998. It was the worst day of my life. It was raining that day, the rain never let up for several days after either. I don't remember how many times I cried, or who held me when I cried. I still don't remember much from the days following her death. The only thing I remember is from the poems Kira wrote, and thats mostly from reading them over and over again.

Ever since Kelly's passing, I have a hard time with calling someone my "best friend". I'm not sure why, I have had a lot of really good friends since then, but anytime I've gotten myself to the point of calling them my best friend, they end up not being my friend anymore. Not usually because of something bad that happened between us, just because life has sent us on different paths.

I love my friends to death, all of you. You all bring so much to my life, and I will never forget any of you and all that you've done for me. I never take my friendships for granted, you never know when it could end.

Thank you again for all you bring to my life. I love you