Remembering a good friend

It has been seven years today when I found out that my best friend Heather had died in a car crash when she was on the way to spend the weekend with her parents. The pain was unbearable, we had become so close over the year before she had died. She was the only one who understood what I was going through being married to Andrey as she was married to a Russian as well. We talked the night before she was to leave, had I known that, that was it... I wonder if I would have told her how important she wast to me? I took that loss harder than almost anything else in my life.

I had dealt with death with losing my grandmother in 1995, that was devastating but this was somehow harder, Heather was younger... her life ahead of her and it was SO sudden. I think of her often and how she put up with all my craziness and was still one of my best friends.

She never judged me when others were quick to tell me how to live my life, she just listened and she was always there when I realized the mistakes I had made, she never gave up on me. I was lucky and blessed to have her in my life.

She lived her life with truth and honesty. Deep down I admired her, she lived by her word, there was nothing fake about her. If you knew Heather, you knew her. She might have been sarcastic but it was never meant to hurt people, only to be funny. I can't believe it has been seven years since I have spoken to my friend and yet it feels like yesterday.

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