My beloved friend, I need your advice every week. You would have helped me write what I want to write at this moment. I'm writing to you, not about you.
. . ...I just can't bring myself to do it any other way. You would, in a reflex, chuckle, before answering what I thought was a crisis question. You giggled a lot. You knew the answer to every question I asked. What would you tell me now?....about losing the best friend I'm ever going have? You cross my mind, I speak of you, more than I ever realized until I here myself saying "my best, best friend from the college years who passed". You left a vaccum behind you when you left all of us. What do I do now? I feel like the only person who has felt a loss like this. Daddy is the only person to have felt a pain like this. Your husband, the only widower to be left this alone. I'm holding on tight to everything I learned from you.
