November 2, 2008. Ten years ago. Ten years without you, and it still hasn't gotten easier.
Ten years ago my best friend was taken away from me. My best friend who would give me the best hugs. My best friend who would let me eat as much ice cream as I wanted. My best friend who would visit me at my elementary school and yell through my classroom's window.
You were my person, my go-to person. I would always look forward to going to see you, whether it be at your house or at the food pantry.
I'll never forget the day you were taken from me. My mom coming into my room and telling me before school. I remember the tears streaming down my face. I even took a picture of you to school with me, the same picture that now sits above my head at home.
I think about you every day. I think about you as I'm walking to class or listening to a song that reminds me of you.
I know you're looking down on me and I know you would be proud of what I've accomplished.
I miss you so much.