I Miss My Friend That Died

Life without Bec has been almost unbearable. Every time I felt as though I was beginning to cope, her memory would overpower me and I would sink again. I know now that it's true that you never really know true love until it's gone. We had true love together, but it was taken from us in the cruelest of ways.

I'm not sure if she heard me say goodbye.

I'm sick of feeling bad. Bec would not have wanted that. I know she would have wanted me to be happy. She always saw the beauty in people. Even those who I thought were unworthy of feeling or compassion, Bec would say "They must have something nice about them." That was Bec. To her, everyone was worthy of love and compassion.

Why is it that a person as wonderful as Bec is the one who is taken?

She was so much more deserving of a long and happy life than I am.
But she is the one who has gone... How does that work?

I've throw out the medicine, and the alcohol. I don't want a crutch. I'll make it on my own. I have Bec's love to sustain me, and I know she is watching me from wherever she is. She want's me to go on and to love again. I want to make her proud. I want her to look god in the eye and say, "She is strong, that's my Jenna. That's why I loved her. I am proud of her."

I will live a long life, and I will never forget Bec. I am proud of her, and I am a better person for knowing her... for loving her, and being loved by her.

Bec always saw the beauty in all people, but I saw the beauty in her. One day we will be together again, and it will be worth the wait. She always wanted me to be happy. So I will be happy for her. Life will not beat me, and I will live my life for Bec, and when I see her again, I will say,

"Hi Bec, I've missed you soo much."