February 6, 2015 will always be a significant day in my life. It was a Friday, and it was also the day my aunt Pam lost her life to a tough battle with multiple different types of cancer. It was heartbreaking news, and all I wanted to do after finding out was go lay in my bed and cry. However, that 's not what happened, and the day was long from being over. It was a sunny, somewhat chilly Friday afternoon, and I was supposed to be dismissed early from my 7th period class to board the basketball bus. We were headed to Newton, who beat us by 9 earlier in the season, for a redemption game. All day at school, my stomach did flips and my feet wouldn 't stop tapping as anticipation and excitement built. “Paige, you 're dismissed. Good luck tonight,”
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My lifeline came to me in the form of my best friend that day. I was late to the bus after calling my mom. The phone call made hearing the news harder. “Paige, it 's Pam. She just passed away. I 'm so sorry, honey. I love you,” my mom said, choking back tears. My mom had already texted my best friend Taylor, and told her I would really need somebody right now. I made the long walk to the back of the bus, tears streaming down my face, but still managing to hold myself together. I didn 't make eye contact with Taylor, who sat across from me, because I was trying not to sob and I knew seeing a sympathetic glance my direction would make me lose all control I currently had over my …show more content…
I figured I would just be alone in my room all night, and probably end up crying some more. I walked up my stairs, threw my basketball bag on my floor, and just plopped on my bed. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on my door, and I heard, “Paige? I 'm coming in, okay?” It was Taylor, holding a plate of fresh-out-of-the-oven pigs in a blanket and a carton of cotton candy ice cream, my favorite. She stayed with me that night and let me talk for what was probably hours about Pam and memories. She sacrificed her whole Friday night, just to make sure I would be
My lifeline came to me in the form of my best friend that day. I was late to the bus after calling my mom. The phone call made hearing the news harder. “Paige, it 's Pam. She just passed away. I 'm so sorry, honey. I love you,” my mom said, choking back tears. My mom had already texted my best friend Taylor, and told her I would really need somebody right now. I made the long walk to the back of the bus, tears streaming down my face, but still managing to hold myself together. I didn 't make eye contact with Taylor, who sat across from me, because I was trying not to sob and I knew seeing a sympathetic glance my direction would make me lose all control I currently had over my …show more content…
I figured I would just be alone in my room all night, and probably end up crying some more. I walked up my stairs, threw my basketball bag on my floor, and just plopped on my bed. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on my door, and I heard, “Paige? I 'm coming in, okay?” It was Taylor, holding a plate of fresh-out-of-the-oven pigs in a blanket and a carton of cotton candy ice cream, my favorite. She stayed with me that night and let me talk for what was probably hours about Pam and memories. She sacrificed her whole Friday night, just to make sure I would be