A friend of mine from high school recently passed away. We hadn’t talked in a few years – we’d had a bit of a falling out. Nothing serious, our lives had just gone in different directions and we didn’t have much to talk about anymore. Last time we talked I think I got off the phone feeling irritated that she wasn’t more excited about my wedding. I guess I always thought that she would call me up sometime, I would laugh at some goofy thing she said and we’d pick up where we left off. I’d like to say that losing her will make me reevaluate my life and appreciate my friends more, but I would never be so lame to write-up a clichéd ending like that. And anyway, its not true. I’m just sad. I wish I could talk to her again. I feel guilty that I didn’t invite her to my wedding because I was selfish and mean. My heart is broken for her parents who I love. I miss her even though I haven’t talked to her in years.
Megan was blonde, she was cute, she giggled at everything even if it wasn’t funny, she said “shoot-skies” and “fudge” instead of cursing and she made the best Caesar salad in the world.