I heard my upstairs door open and close. It was the morning of August 27th 2015, and I was still asleep in bed. Both of my parents were at work, at least I thought. Someone rushed down our echoing stairs, and when they reached the bottom, I realized my mom had come home. She rushed into my room and asked, “Are you awake?”
I replied, “Sorta, I heard someone upstairs, and it woke me. Why are you home?”
Her stare locked my eyes to hers and she said, “Honey, I have some really hard news to tell you.” She put her arm around me and tears welled in her eyes. “Very early this morning, Renee committed suicide up on the ski hill.” Shock. This isn’t true; she wouldn’t do that to herself; Renee never acted sad to me. I lost it. I bawled; she was once …show more content…
At the time, it didn’t seem like a huge deal, but it broke us. Something ridiculous ripped us away from each other, and I had lost my best friend forever. Sophomore year, she moved to Caledonia, so she no longer had a big part in my life. Waves of news about her trickled to me from mutual friends, but not actually talking with each other, we grew into different people. Our junior year, she moved back to TK; we had some classes together and lunch, so on occasion, we chatted. The tension of awkwardness was always present. Nothing went back to the way that it used to be though. We shared friends but never had that relationship we once shared. We seemed to have nothing in common anymore, it was like the friendship we had once, was never there. During our junior year, changes in her leaped to my attention, but stubbornness caused me never to talk with her. It was like she was the same person on the outside, but the inside of her was not the same girl who once was my best …show more content…
Memories of being together will never be forgotten. Pictures are all I have left, and the pain I felt that morning is something I replay in my mind. Seeing her body lying in the casket made me realize how short of a time we really are here on earth. We aren’t little kids anymore, bad things do happen. This tragedy has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced, it 's not how I imagined spending Senior year. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t my best friend anymore, I still loved her and cared for her. Friendships are more important than you’ll ever know. If I could say one last thing to her I would want her to know I love her. Never let your friends forget
I replied, “Sorta, I heard someone upstairs, and it woke me. Why are you home?”
Her stare locked my eyes to hers and she said, “Honey, I have some really hard news to tell you.” She put her arm around me and tears welled in her eyes. “Very early this morning, Renee committed suicide up on the ski hill.” Shock. This isn’t true; she wouldn’t do that to herself; Renee never acted sad to me. I lost it. I bawled; she was once …show more content…
At the time, it didn’t seem like a huge deal, but it broke us. Something ridiculous ripped us away from each other, and I had lost my best friend forever. Sophomore year, she moved to Caledonia, so she no longer had a big part in my life. Waves of news about her trickled to me from mutual friends, but not actually talking with each other, we grew into different people. Our junior year, she moved back to TK; we had some classes together and lunch, so on occasion, we chatted. The tension of awkwardness was always present. Nothing went back to the way that it used to be though. We shared friends but never had that relationship we once shared. We seemed to have nothing in common anymore, it was like the friendship we had once, was never there. During our junior year, changes in her leaped to my attention, but stubbornness caused me never to talk with her. It was like she was the same person on the outside, but the inside of her was not the same girl who once was my best …show more content…
Memories of being together will never be forgotten. Pictures are all I have left, and the pain I felt that morning is something I replay in my mind. Seeing her body lying in the casket made me realize how short of a time we really are here on earth. We aren’t little kids anymore, bad things do happen. This tragedy has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced, it 's not how I imagined spending Senior year. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t my best friend anymore, I still loved her and cared for her. Friendships are more important than you’ll ever know. If I could say one last thing to her I would want her to know I love her. Never let your friends forget