Senior year in high school is a very exciting time. All the excitement about graduating and all the senior activities, they're just so much to do and what seems like all little time to do it in. For me, my senior year was full of all sorts of excitement. I was involved in the school play, I was singing in an a capella choir in high school and just enjoying it all for the most part. I struggled through my senior year not academically, but mentally. It was like I was there, but I wasn't. It was tough for me. I wouldn't open up to anyone not even three teachers I happened to be very close to at the time. I just couldn't talk. Internally I struggled to find myself. I had a great home life, my mother and I were close but I couldn't even talk to her. I didn't know why and that actually scared me considering I could tell her basically anything. I felt so lost and didn't know where to turn or who to turn too, until this woman came into my life.
They say God places "guardian angels" in front of us to help us through the really tough parts of life. I happened to find mine my senior year. She was the best person to turn to, I'd talk to her about basically anything. I quickly got close to her. I knew in my heart that I could trust this woman who had been a complete stranger just months before hand. She had the warmest smile, and adorable laugh and the kindest personality and soul a human could have. She helped me through a really tough time when my grandmother was sick and we didn't think she'd make it, offering up advice and a shoulder to cry on. She'd always allow me to come see her when life was going good or bad, I was lucky, I was blessed. She was basically my second mom. And for almost 2 years I remained super close to her. I was grateful for all the advice she gave and all the support she offered me.
College came and it was so hard to be three hours away without her present. But she was always only a phone call away. And I was grateful for that and the never ending inside jokes we shared (like the poinsettia) Those were always the best and those were what kept me going through hard times. Most everyone who knows me knows I can't cook, well this woman could. I'd call her up randomly (I still do from time to time) and I ask her what to do regarding cooking. I think she secretly got a kick out of it. I thank her for all the advice and the love and kindness she always supplied me with. Those who know this woman know the warm heart and loving soul she has, know that she'd do anything for people. Especially the ones she loves.
Although angels are wonderful they do one day leave. And though we still talk from time to time we are nowhere near as close as we used to be. I'm eternally grateful for the woman who saved me in my senior year. She is a blessing to many and will forever hold a place in my heart. Thank you to the sweet "angel" who never failed to be there for me. Who basically treated me like her own child. Thank you for letting me call you when I needed help or just to talk. Thank you for being my person. I love you so much.
Love,
Me
