I’m writing this letter to my person in Heaven who left too soon, compared to someone who was sick and then died.

Hey you,

How is it up there, beautiful? Since you’ve been gone it has gotten a lot colder which is good for you because I know how you hated the cold. It’s so weird thinking that I don’t get to see your funny faces that you always made and part of me is relieved that a lot of our selfies show your funny faces and not just us smiling. It sucks to think that Christmas break is just around the corner and we won’t be planning any crazy adventure because well, you know why. I don’t get your funny snapchats or get to check up on you through your story anymore. I’ve been going on Pinterest a lot more lately. In the beginning it was to save grief quotes but I realized you wouldn’t want me to so I just save the cool door dec and bulletin board ideas to my RA ideas board. You always told me that we don’t achieve our dreams by sitting and wishing but by going and chasing after them. So I have been more proactive in what I want from this thing called life.

I made president of the club I told you about, just like you said I would. When you said that I would be a great RA because I was able to get through some very hard things already I just needed a little more convincing, I didn’t think I would need to learn the hard lesson of losing you. I still am going to work with birds and one day hopefully I will become Dr. Smart Jazzy girl as you liked to say. I miss you so much it hurts somedays and there isn’t a day I don’t think about you and all the memories of the stuff we did. I used to cry when you would pop up in my timehop but now I smile because I get to see us when everything was fine in our little world.

The thing that makes me mad is the fact that I didn’t even get to tell you goodbye and hug you one last time. We were supposed to be old ladies having wheelchair races in the nursing home driving the nurses nuts like we used to drive Mr. Victor nuts in shop. We were as thick as thieves and now you are gone and it felt like I lost a piece of me when I got the news. We were supposed to go on a spa trip and a road trip and you were going to make me do crazy things on my 21^st birthday but that was all taken away the minute you crashed on that stupid motorcycle. Now when I see motorcycles I want to slash their tires to save someone else from your pain. They are a noisy reminder of the best friend I lost because of those stupid motorcycles. But I can’t. ll I can do is hope you know how much I love you and that I haven’t come to visit you yet because I’m waiting till my birthday so you can still celebrate with me.

I will miss you forever and the holidays will never be the same. Until next time.

Love your best friend,

Jasmine