One of my best friends lost her dad a few days ago and it has been really hard. He was like a second father to me, laughing about Donald Trump look- alikes, stories of splashed malt milkshakes, and giving me the knowledge that he was so thankful that we are friends. He always made sure to give me a hug and tell me he loved me when I was spending time at their house. I am so thankful for the time I had with him. I am so glad I was there when my bosom sister needed me most. I hope she knows how much I love her and will still be here with open arms and a ready embrace. She is like a sister to me, a kindred spirit, and more. Without her, I would be lost. I love you, bosom sister!