Today is July 8th, the day my first and oldest friend died. They don’t know why, she just did.
We’ve grown apart over the years and so I thought I was ok. But I guess I’m not.
Our moms were close friends and we were born days apart. Throughout school we were inseparable. We got sick together, we got lice together, took karate together etc etc. we even moved apart together, so to speak.
It wasn’t all sunshine together, there were plenty of arguments and weird days. But I guess that’s all gone now. It is sad.
And then when I opened my front door to let the dog out, I saw something that has always been there, but I never truly noticed before.
And I found some comfort. No words of explanation, just comfort.