I almost feel guilty still to date writing about how the death of someone so awesome inspired me. It seems unfair that I didn't realize how much he had inspired me until I couldn't tell him, until death made me wake up and say so. He was the kind of person that, even though I only knew him briefly, nothing in comparison to most, could make you really appreciate things. I remember listening in church to his father talk about not being absent from your children's life, that they need you. I remember listening as people talked about how he had touched there life. I remember holding on to my best friend, numb, brain reeling and thinking I can't ever forget this feeling, I need it to keep me grounded. And to be honest, I haven't been the same since, and I am thankful daily for that. Don't settle, don't ever ever settle. The second you settle for less than you deserve, you're doomed.
11 Days until I hug my best friend, and you don't even know what that means to me. She's one of the only people in my life who has ever known the good, bad, and ugly and could still sit silently in a room and never think less of me. She also rarely tries to "fix me" when I am having a moment, but rather listens and reflects what I have said. Distance doesn't change that, other friendships don't change that. She is loyal, and steady, and never the same thing twice, all at one time.