To my best friend,

I miss you. A year ago today, we were excitedly chattering away and preparing for the 4^th of July. We bought so much food, so many fireworks, and worked our asses off.

And it was hard.

Ridiculously hard. I spent the better part of the afternoon working at Gigi’s while you prepared for our “party.” Our celebration of mom. It had been 111-days by that point. So, we had a small get together with food and fireworks in honor of mom.

Sure, not everyone who said they’d be there came. Yes, I’m still bitter about it a year later. And in that final note she left, she said she knew no one would come. That “I told you so” hit harder than anything because, she knew.

I just wish she could’ve been there with us.

Just like I wish you were here with me now.

I miss you, and I love you, and I wish that I could talk to you.

P.s. I love you mostest 💜

-Sky