December 29th, 2009

This time of year is normally just a fucking mess

Tomorrow is the six year anniversary of the death of my childhood best friend. She was thirteen.

On Tuesday, December 30, 2003, my world was radically and forever altered and I’m not sure if pieces of me that were torn away with her completely untimely death will ever be recovered.

As time passes, I think about her death less and less, but in the moments when it hits me, it feels like I’m being plowed over by a bus. All of these giant events in life that I’ve already experienced -  graduating from high school, moving to another country, falling in love - Elizabeth will never get to do because she died before she had completed her first algebra class.

Ultimately I don’t really know what to say that hasn’t already been beaten to death by others. Kids aren’t supposed to die.