I've been waiting a very long time to tell you about this. Far too long, in fact.
We became friends a long time ago. I think it was back in 2013 after you hosted that years A to Z Blogging Challenge and I participated. We commented on each other's blogs regularly and then traded emails and eventually phone numbers.
You said that the one thing you wished most for me (besides health and happiness, of course) was that I would finally get my high school diploma. You were a tutor for years and used all of your experience and expertise to teach me over the phone and through pictures. You were the first person to explain math in a way I understood it.
We shared life stories and laughed together. We cried together and comforted each other the best we could, swearing one day that we would meet in person and hug it out.
But we never got that chance.
I was one of the last people to contact you that night. I sent an email, ranting about something stupid that I don't even remember now. I knew you would listen to me and offer advice- you always did and always made me feel better.
But you weren't the one who replied. It was your sister, replying for you and saying that you were in the hospital with some bad stuff going down. You told me you loved me and would email me again soon. I replied right away, saying I hoped you would get better soon.
The next morning on Facebook, I saw the news, and my heart fucking shattered.
I've never stopped missing you. I never will.
But today I wanted to tell you something very important...
I did it.
Positive thought for today: Seeing sunflowers never fail to remind me of a wonderful person I had the honor and blessing to know.