until she walked
in.
She was a vivacious, sassy spirit that brightened up the
room. It’s rare to meet someone with such a sweet, kind heart. Someone who
always had a quip that would send everyone into hysterics. Someone who
unabashedly declared that “these cupcakes are delicious because they’re baked
with love.” (My favorite story) She was someone who had a million unique nuances
that made her fantastically who she was.
Was.
Alana, my heart hurts for the life that you’re not going to
live. For the plans you made that will never happen. For the struggles you went
through because the future would be better for it. For the sunshiney days that
you will never get to enjoy. And all of the other things about life that you
will not get to experience again. Because you’ve been removed from a wonderful
life. One that you were poised to spend many years enjoying. Dare I say you’ve
been cheated. It’s not fair and that pisses me off. You were taken too soon.
My heart hurts for your husband, who in this experience has
seen the world halted, turned upside down, shaken out and smacked around. The
grief must be paralyzing.
It hurts for my sister, who lost her best friend and will
miss you for a very long time. For Calvin, who won't get to know his Aunt Alana.
It hurts for your family, who lost a piece of
themselves.
My heart hurts for myself, because selfishly I will never get
to laugh at another one of your off-color jokes or admire your cheeky
personality.
Life is worth living because of the other fantastic people in the world that make our lives better. She was one of those people.
Life is worth living because of the other fantastic people in the world that make our lives better. She was one of those people.
It’s not real because it can’t be real. But it is. And we’re all
left here dumbfounded, scratching our heads and wondering, “Why?”
The world lost a lot of sparkle when you left it, dear
girl. May your sweet, sweet soul rest in peace. You're so loved and will be so missed.
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