Six months later I sit here still wondering why. Why you, why that night? Why did God have to take a beautiful sixteen year girl and turn her into an angel? But most of all, I wonder why- why did it have to be my best friend out of all the people I knew. They say the days get easier as time goes on, however, the days only get harder. I wonder, were you afraid? Did you scream, cry, did you tell the driver to stop? Did you see that car coming head on towards you that night? All of these questions seems to go through my head. I know you’re in Heaven not wanting me to cry, but I do so often do. Life will never be the same without you in it, my bestfriend. Because of your death, lives are broken– shattered. Nothing will be the same again until we meet again face to face in Heaven. How I can’t wait for that day to come.
Sometimes I just want to yell at you and say, “Why weren’t you wearing that seatbelt?!? Why did you trust that driver?!?”
The day I got the call I’ll never forget. I keep playing it over and over again on replay. Next is the day of your funeral. Thousands of people including myself gathering to recall your life- the life of an angel. I think I cried the most that day.
Before you died, death was just an idea, now its a reality. And I’m sitting here speechless without a bestfriend.
If only I could see you again, I’d tell you I’d loved you, bestfriend. I would say sorry for the times that I may have said something that hurt your feelings or done you wrong.
But I can’t. Instead I can only replay the last of our conversations.
I miss you. And I wish you were still alive. My life continues to be forever changed because of your death.
May you rest in peace and may angels lead you in.
And I promise to live out the life that was taken away from you.
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