Valentine's day 2017, I stopped at a gas station to get gas. I got a phone call from a friend, he told me that MY BEST friend was found dead. And I dropped to the floor in shock. In all truth, I did not believe him. I asked him tons of questions..."How do you know?" "Who told you?" "How did it happen?" I was in disbelief. I needed real proof. So I got ahold of my best friends sister. I asked her those same questions... As she told me all the details I asked for, I was on my ground balling my eyes out. Mitzi was my best friend since I was 14years old. That's 12 years of the best kind of friendship that could exist. A friendship built on trust and loyalty. Never a fight or an argument. The person who knew me and understood me more than anyone, was gone, forever. The girl who told me the truth, even if I didn't like it, the girl who I had the most fun with, shared the most memories with....the girl who would be my maid of honor, the godmother to my children. The one person in the entire world I knew I would always have. For years I will still in disbelief. I thought one day I would get a phone call from her, saying she faked her death. But its been 3 years now, and I know that call will never come. All I have left of her is her ashes. And our memories. I still cry for her every single day. They say time heals all wounds but that's not true. It just get easier to handle, but the hurt and pain, never go away.
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Updated: May 8, 2021
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