God, it took me weeks to remember how to spell your first name. And I still can't even pronounce your last. I can't even begin to remember all of the memories; all I know is that your name is littered all over my journal talking about all of the crazy stuff we've done. You called last night and asked me if I wanted to go to church with you today. I said I couldn't because I had to help out at mine, but I cannot describe how happy I was to hear you say those words. It's been close to three years, and I'm not going to claim we were best friends, but I could tell you everything and know you would at least try to understand. And every time I saw you I couldn't help but smile or laugh. I do know that you're with Jesus and God, and honestly I'm freaking jealous! You were one of the happiest, weirdest, and most loving people I've ever been blessed to play in a drum circle with. Why you had to leave now, I don't know if I'll ever understand. But what I do know is that I will see you when it's my time :) I never got the chance to say this to you in person, but I love you and am so proud of the transformation you've made since I first met you on April's kitchen floor. This is only goodbye for a while :)
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