I woke up out my bed screaming to the top of my lungs, "Come back don't leave me, our story isn't done yet." Then reality hits me, which forces me to remember all the fun we had together, all the family outings, all the wrong things that we did not have any business doing, we did everything together. All the laughs all the fights you were my bestfriend and I loved you.This pain is so unreal, it is so unfair why God would take her away from me. Who will I tell my secrets to, who will I confess my sins to, and who will laugh at all my crazy antics. You were only 34, you just started to live. I remember the day you called me and the exact words you told me on the day. You was telling me to be strong, when you were the one in all the pain. You told me not to worry when you were the one with all the worries in the world. You said "Cuz I was dealt a hand with a fatal blow, but I will fight.... I will fight to the end, this won't defeat me. I agreed with tears in my eyes, I was trying to keep my voice strong so I wouldn't upset you. I never thought it would have been our last day. They rushed you to the hospitaL, you put up the biggest fight of your life. You asked to see me I tried, I really did but something wouldn't let me get to you. Finally I said I must see you only for the last time, but it was too late. News was all over Facebook, that you had passed. I couldn't even cry I was so furious with you, all I could think was why couldn't you wait to see me, just for one more night. I didnt want to believe that you were gone and I never got to say good bye. You my cousin, my bestfriend, my sister my back bone my world .......
