She died at 9:47, surrounded by strangers, in a hospital in Tennessee.
No one could be with her. The quarantine rules for hospitals didn't allow any visitors, not even her father. She died from complications from an organ transplant she had 15 years ago.
We had been friends since the 7th grade.
She knew me better than anyone else alive. She was my secret keeper. She knew everything.
She was smart. She was a nurse. She was funny and mean and so soft hearted.
She was my best friend.
I thought there was more time.
I wanted to sit and write about her in the way she deserves to be remembered, but I can't think of the right things to say right now. One day I hope I can do it.
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