Susie
Susie died. I genuinely feel like my best friend is gone. She was always there, always happy. She knew me better than anyone, even if she didn’t understand things the way we do. She was my little girl, my baby, the one who was always there with me when I cried. I never hid anything from her, I didn’ have to. And she always still loved me.
Dad found her laying on the floor, and wrapped her up in one of his shirts. I can’t even imagine what it was like to physically put her body in the ground.
This is the first time I’ve ever been scared about death. I’ve always thought it more to be about the people left behind rather than the one who actually died. But this time, I was scared. Scared for her. I wasn’t there for her when she went. She had to face death all alone, with no one at her side. I can see why people cling to the thought of Heaven or an afterlife. It seems so cold to just imagine her not existing anymore.
I’ll always love you more than words can ever explain.
