Grief
They like to say that time heals all wounds, but unfortunately I've found that that's just not true. This weekend marks twelve years since I lost one of the best friends I will probably ever have. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this anniversary hurts just as much (possibly more) than the 11 years before now. Over time I've learned to function without her smiles and her laughs, but there is still a very hollow pit in me that would tear the world apart for just five more minutes. I never go through a major life event without wishing I could tell her, get her advice on the lows, or celebrate the highs. I sit full of rage at the thoughts of how different, how much better, these years would have been if she hadn't been taken from me. My lonely nights and quiet moments could have been sprinkled with laughter. My joyful days could have been filled with so much more light. In so many ways she truly was the rainbow of my life. She always knew how to make me laugh...