Death Of A Friend Who Dies

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Experiencing hard times is something that human beings endure at some point in their life: Death being one of them. Death affects everyone, whether it is a family member, a close friend, or even a pet, losing someone or something is still a hardship that is never easy to encounter. Gustave Flaubert said, “A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies”. I could not agree more with this quote. Dealing with the loss of a friend so close to you, takes a part of you away as well. No parent should ever have to bury his or her own child and no thirteen year old should have to face such a loss at a young age, however, on April 21, 2011, my whole life changed. Spring break 2011 I went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with my family for vacation. The whole time we were on vacation I begged and pleaded to my parents to leave our vacation early so I could hang out and spend time with my friends at home. After many hours and days, my parents finally agreed to leave early that Thursday so I could get home. While down in Myrtle Beach, my best friend, Kelly, and I talked everyday. Texting, calling, and face timing every chance we could, we just could not wait to be reunited that Thursday afternoon. We made plans to hang out with our friends, ride bikes, and go to the movies when I got home, we were so excited to see each other; after all she was my best friend. Finally Thursday came along, so early in the morning, my family and I pack together all of our things in the car and made our way back home. After a very long six-hour car ride, we finally made it home. Even though I was very exhausted, I got ready to hang out and see Kelly. Kelly’s mom dropped her off at my house later that afternoon so we could begin our festivities that we had bee... ... middle of paper ... ... down next to her, I grabbed her hand and cried and just kept repeating myself telling her how much I loved her and need her. I prayed so hard that a miracle would happen and she would just miraculously wake up, but she didn’t. She was gone; my best friend had passed away. At such a young age, I realized that anything can happen and to never take anything for granted. Kelly made a difference in our community. She touched the lives of many people and it makes me happy knowing that she did. Again, just like Gustave Flaubert said, “A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies”. I lost a part of myself that day. Nothing has ever be the same the same without her. You are supposed to go to dances, graduate, and experience the best times of your life with your best friend; but even though Kelly is gone, I know she was and still is with me and always watching over me.
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