i can't begin to imagine what it'd feel like to lose a parent. it's an inevitable reality... one we know will eventually happen one day... but one we can never fully prepare ourselves for. it makes me look at my own parents. and the creases around my mom's lips and bright eyes. or the amount of white hair she covers under her scarf. i've never noticed them before.
in my family, my mom is the glue. the common bond. the strongest link. without her... we all might as well fall apart into pieces.
So, to my childhood friend, to the 5 year old girl that played dress up with me with her mother's fashionable clothes, to the 7 year old girl that taught me not to show off, to the 11 year old girl that recorded our silly milo song, to the 16 year old girl that helped me dress up to get into a club, and to that same girl today, to the woman she's become...
i may not have the right words. i may not have any words at all. i'm not good at this. but i can give you a promise.
that i'll be here to squeeze your hand, i'll be here to rub your back. i'll be here to get you coffee or even bum you a cigarette.
i'm sorry i can't do much. but i promise, since we were 5 to the day we're 55 even... i'll be here.
we both will...to help pick up any pieces.