Cancer is a bitch. It takes away an otherwise healthy 30-year-old woman, leaving behind her 3-year-old son, who's too young to understand where his mommy went.
Her funeral was beautiful,(thankfully there was an urn instead of an open casket) and another old friend of ours came up from hundreds of miles away just to say goodbye. Afterward, there was a party where we all reminisced, and laughed over the good times.
It's been rough, knowing that this person is gone. I have regrets that haunt me, and I just wish I'd hung out with her more recently. Hanging out with my other old friend helped a bit, and I find myself wanting to spend more time with other friends, because you really never know what's going to happen.
I also find myself more motivated to do what I need to do to improve my life. My friend was just starting to turn hers around.