
So I just came back from the memorial-ish gathering at SGS tonight. I had a panic attack a week ago because I just couldn't believe that one of my best friends in middle school had actually been taken from us. Since the information given out at first was
completely incorrect and how she had actually died from carbon monoxide poisoning, it was even more unreal to step into my old middle school, see all those familiar faces, and not see hers. Within the first two seconds of me walking into the building and hugging my old teacher, I began to cry. I didn't stop crying throughout the entire thing. I felt that the service there was rushed and that people weren't given enough time to speak. Of course I wanted to but since only three people were aloud to speak, I couldn't hold back my tears in time. I just wanted to write this to tell Sloane, who might not be here physically but is spiritually, that I always loved you and that you were such an amazing person. Despite our fights in middle school and no matter how long it's been since we've hung out, I will
never meet someone as head-strong, hilarious, independent, and as wonderful as you. I love you and rest in peace.