Making it Through
Have you ever had one of those days where as soon as you wake up you KNOW that things are not going to turn out the way that you planned? Welcome to my day today. The whole day was...not what I had expected. My dear friend who was fighting cancer passed away today. Did I want that? No. I loved my dear friend Celeste. She is the reason I even had a semblance of a social life through middle school and high school--she was willing to take a chance and invite a weirdo like me over to her house to play night games. (I know, I wouldn't let me come to your house either, but sometimes people are innocent and decide to take a chance.)
And now she is gone. I've never lost a friend before. The only people I have ever known who have died were...advanced in age. (see, I do have some tact) Even when there have been people my age who have died, I did not know them well enough to be affected by it. But now, I am beginning to realize what it means to lose someone that you love.
I never got the chance to tell Celeste how grateful I am for her friendship. How grateful I am that she opened her heart to a shy little 8th grader (I know...you see me now and shy is not what you see, but stick with me people) and let me in. So, here it is. Celeste, you are amazing. Even when I came to visit you in November, you were much more concerned about me than about the fact that you had lost all of your beautiful hair, that you couldn't eat anything without it tasting gross, or that you were struggling to stay healthy enough to even HAVE chemo. This battle was never about you. It was about you reaching out and constantly blessing the lives of the people around you as you helped us all see the Savior at work. Babe, you always were an angel, now I guess you literally are one.
In other news, I am determined to survive finals week. Even if I have to promise all of my unborn children away, I am determined to succeed scholastically this semester.
And now she is gone. I've never lost a friend before. The only people I have ever known who have died were...advanced in age. (see, I do have some tact) Even when there have been people my age who have died, I did not know them well enough to be affected by it. But now, I am beginning to realize what it means to lose someone that you love.
I never got the chance to tell Celeste how grateful I am for her friendship. How grateful I am that she opened her heart to a shy little 8th grader (I know...you see me now and shy is not what you see, but stick with me people) and let me in. So, here it is. Celeste, you are amazing. Even when I came to visit you in November, you were much more concerned about me than about the fact that you had lost all of your beautiful hair, that you couldn't eat anything without it tasting gross, or that you were struggling to stay healthy enough to even HAVE chemo. This battle was never about you. It was about you reaching out and constantly blessing the lives of the people around you as you helped us all see the Savior at work. Babe, you always were an angel, now I guess you literally are one.
In other news, I am determined to survive finals week. Even if I have to promise all of my unborn children away, I am determined to succeed scholastically this semester.
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