It all started as just a normal summer day, it was beautiful outside. In the morning I helped my sister unpack some of her things that had been sitting in boxes since the day she moved back. It was almost noon and I could hear both of our stomachs grumbling for food, I asked if we could go and eat at Central. She quickly agreed with a smile on her face. We were so hungry it only took us about twenty minutes to eat our food! My mom works right across the street in a beauty salon, Transformations. We went to visit her and almost right when I opened the door I knew something wasn't right. My mom was standing by the counter talking to a lady that I recognized, but I couldn’t remember her name. I sat down quietly and waited patiently for my mom
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I kept telling her, “She’s not gone, she’s just in a better place. She will still see you grow up. You can still talk to her.” It felt like we were crying that whole day. I wanted to be strong for her but it was so hard seeing her so hurt! I spent that whole week at her house practically, we went to the prayer service, funeral, and burial service together. I stuck by her side through everything, and wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. My mom kind of took over Randee’s role in Maria’s life, we know she’s not the same but… Randee was irreplaceable. Just the other day we cried together thinking about memories we had with her. We lost our volleyball game on Pink Out Night, and she was the only person I was thinking about throughout the whole thing. When she was still alive she told me she was going to try and make it to all of my home games, but she didn't make it. I wanted to win for her so bad! I knew she was there sitting next to Maria watching the whole game. During the ceremony I took Maria out to the court with all of us volleyball girls. At first she was hesitant, and I could tell. About half way through I could hear her crying and then I felt her grab my hand, I held it back. They said Randee’s name so many times! A few tears rolled down my cheek throughout the ceremony. We rushed to the bathroom to wipe the tears away when it was
I kept telling her, “She’s not gone, she’s just in a better place. She will still see you grow up. You can still talk to her.” It felt like we were crying that whole day. I wanted to be strong for her but it was so hard seeing her so hurt! I spent that whole week at her house practically, we went to the prayer service, funeral, and burial service together. I stuck by her side through everything, and wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. My mom kind of took over Randee’s role in Maria’s life, we know she’s not the same but… Randee was irreplaceable. Just the other day we cried together thinking about memories we had with her. We lost our volleyball game on Pink Out Night, and she was the only person I was thinking about throughout the whole thing. When she was still alive she told me she was going to try and make it to all of my home games, but she didn't make it. I wanted to win for her so bad! I knew she was there sitting next to Maria watching the whole game. During the ceremony I took Maria out to the court with all of us volleyball girls. At first she was hesitant, and I could tell. About half way through I could hear her crying and then I felt her grab my hand, I held it back. They said Randee’s name so many times! A few tears rolled down my cheek throughout the ceremony. We rushed to the bathroom to wipe the tears away when it was