Rebecca is the daughter of one of my closest friends from High School. After graduation she and I stayed close, we were both stay at home Moms and had our children around the same time. We usually talked on the phone no less than 5 times a day, if only to say "Can you believe what Frisco did to Felicia?" or "Rebecca just went on the potty"!! *click*. When Rebecca was born I had gotten her a "baby Stitch bear" and my friend did the same for me when my little girl was born. Stitch was instantly a cherished keepsake.
Tragically. when my daughter was 3, my friend was killed in a car accident along with both of her children, and her husband. The depth of loss when you lose a best friend is unimaginable. I felt I needed to grieve on my friends behalf for her children because she wasn't here to do it. When you lose someone so close, all of your inside jokes, your deepest secrets are all now only shared with bittersweet memories, it changes you forever. I miss them each and every day. From their death I learned not to take for granted any single day, each day is a gift.
