Goddamn, I Miss That Girl

Losing a friend is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to experience. When you are born into this world, you have your family, but your friends are the family you choose. I’m not very close to my family and I cherish each and every one of the people who have come into my life and became part of my found family. When you lose anyone, it hurts, but as a part of life you expect the inevitability of witnessing your family die. You believe your friends will be around until you grow old. In my 29 years, I’ve learned the hard way that this isn’t always the case multiple times over, and last week I lost another friend who died before their time.

I met my friend Carol in 1999, when I was dating a mutual friend. She was spunky, outgoing, and had a great sense of humor. Over the years we spent time together as friends and had a lot of fond memories, but not all of them were great. Carol liked to live on the edge, and this included drugs. When Carol was high, she was driving a fast car to nowhere.

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