I’ve lost three best friends now. Three people that I told my deepest, darkest secrets. Three people that loved me warts and all. Three people that had my back. Three people that would tell me the truth when I desperately needed to hear it.  Nobody should have to lose three best friends:  one to a motorcycle accident, one to breast cancer and one to complications of Crohn’s Disease.

I haven’t cried yet. I know it’s coming.  And it will be a storm.  But not yet.  I haven’t had time.  Lord, I’m going to miss her. This best friend was 22 years in the making.  I’m going to miss her.