Memoir for Georgia

Memoir

My memoir starts off in High School where I met a funny girl who was a year ahead of me. Her name was Georgia. We bumped into each other for the first time when we were both going to our next class, I was in Year 7 and she was in Year 8 at that time. A kind of friendship sparked between us, and as we got to know each other as days passed, our relationship grew stronger and stronger each day. Soon we were sitting with each other at recess and at lunch, talking to each other, laughing at jokes, and helping each other with work when we needed to. We eventually became extremely close friends and I used to be able to express my sorrows and emotions to her because she was always there to help me and I know that she will always be a loyal friend to me without leaving my side. A memory that still stands in my mind is that at the end of school each day we would meet each other in the Senior Lawn and hug each other goodbye. I would feel so confident that I would see her again, walking through the gates and running towards me to talk happily to me again, which just makes my day every time that I saw her. She also used to bring Fruit Loops to school but she never ate them, so we used to make necklaces with them and we'd just wear them like silly kids. But now that I look back, I realise how much of a friendship we had, how much fun we had together and how we were always by each other's side. Hearing about my friend's death was really devastating, painful and heavy for me, and it's still really hard to accept that I'm never going to see her again, and it also scares me that I would never wave and hug her goodbye at the end of school anymore. But I still have memories of her, and without them, I would never be able to remember the happy times that Georgia and I had together. I remember after hearing the news of Georgia's death, I dreamt of her playing around with me. Her eyes were full of life and it felt so solid and so real that I thought that the entire situation was just a nightmare, that I would wake up, go to school and find Georgia running through the school gates and talk to me again. But when I woke up and felt tears on my cheeks, the reality hit me that it can't be possible, and that even if I yearn for my friend to come back, she's gone and that it can't be possible. By keeping those memories and dealing with life without Georgia, it's trained me to become a different person in a way and it's a message that tells me in a tragic yet powerful way, that it's about the fragility of life and that losing someone who is close to you will happen in life, and that there is nothing you can do about it, but in a way, it also tells me that keeping those memories are important because it connects with who you are, it connects with your identity, and without it, you would not remember those memories that you had with those whom you have lost.

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Note to readers: My dear readers, I know this is a very sensitive topic and I apologise if I caused any triggers, but I hope you have found my memoir helpful to anyone who has/had been through a tough time. I hope I have been inspiring to you and that you have found that you've got the inner strength to cope.