The Hardest Thing I Ever Had To Do
While thinking on the topic I understood that first of all I have to decide what does ”hard” mean for me. Nothing in particular came to mind. But what do I feel when thinking about ”the hardest thing”? Definitely – embarrassed, frustrated, and depressed and that has a reason. Do you know how it feels to lose a friend?
I know. My best friend Abby passed away when I was in high school. She drowned in her bathtub after having an epileptic seizure and hitting her head. My friends and I could not believe it. That was a terrible way for her to pass. We all were extremely shaken by the news of her death.
She was only sixteen, and had a full and wonderful life. I remember the day when we first met in third grade. I am very attached my friends and remember experiences that I have had with people, and she impressed me as an interesting person from the day we met. She was a happy and cheerful girl that everyone liked. Her parents had moved from another state, and we spent almost every day together as children, preteens, and teenagers. We were always there for each other and I could never imagine my life without her. She was the only person in my life that I could definitely trust and rely on. I always knew how lucky I was to have this special kind of friendship. We spent so much time together and made so many plans for our lives.
But nobody pretends to know what is ahead of them in life. Sometimes out of the blue a tragedy may strike anyone. That was the first time I had to deal with the experience of death. It hit me in a way I had never felt before. For the first month after the accident I felt like a zombie. I could not believe that I would never get to see her again. At that moment I understood what death really meant. It steals the life out of someone’s body and you will never see them again. All we have left are just memories. We can remember the best moments spent together.
Relying on my friends I have managed to get through this rough experience. We became a tight knit circle of grievers. My friends and I supported each other in trouble. I relied on those who understood how difficult it was to get through that misfortune. Death ties people together in an unimaginable way. Months passed, and the grief became a dull ache instead of a heart wrenching pain. The ache began to fade. Life began to brighten again, and we were able to move on, carrying the memory of our beloved friend with us.
Friendship is a special kind of love that is not supposed to fade. Losing a friend is never easy. That was a deep experience for me. I understood that we should love and appreciate our nearest and dearest family and friends. We should keep our own sense of calm and maintain our friend’s memory. The best way to honor your friend is to keep his or her memory always in your heart.