My Best Friend

 That's a pretty big title to give someone.  I lost my best friend 9 years ago when a drunk driver hit her car and killed her.  They say that time heals all wounds, or the pain heals with time.  Not true.  You just get better at going through your daily life/routine.  She left behind 2 sisters, who are like sisters to me, we're not as close as I would like us to be, but we are still apart of each other's lives and I love them dearly.  They each now have their own family, Missy-2 boys and the only girl and Shell- 2 boys.  The two older boys I have gotten to see alot these past few years in the school that I work at.  I love those little boogers!  They have her spirit.  Just today Jalen was telling me that he found pictures of Jen and I together, he thought they were pretty funny.  I laughed, remembering all the good times that we spent together and as I walked away I cried.  The boys will never know her, never know how alike they are, never know what they have missed out on.  Like I said the pain doesn't heal in time, it gets bearable, but then there are always those unexpected moments that hit you like a freight train, you never see them coming.  I consider my self privileged, to not only have known Jen, but to be honored as her best friend as well.