Life Isn't Fair

Today would have been my best friend, Megan's 26th birthday. She probably would have been here in Vegas visiting me as we celebrate together like we did 3 years ago. (My birthday is 5 days after her's) Little did we know that our 23rd birthdays would be her last...

Read about her tragic murder here: Part 1 & Part 2

Megan and I basically grew up together. We lived in the same small town and went to the same school from Kindergarten thru High School, but we didn't really click and become inseparable until Junior year. When we became close, it was like finding my other half. She was me in a different body. We did everything together. When I lost her, I lost a piece of myself.

After I moved away to Arizona, we still talked or texted every day. When I'd visit Indiana, most of my time was spent with her and she'd come to Arizona to see me. Her trips to Arizona were always the best and those memories will stay with me forever.

She was the kind of girl I wished I could be. Outspoken, fearless, a not-a-worry-in-the-world kinda gal. She never judged and was always there when I had a crisis; no matter how many miles were between us. I admired her, returned the favor, and loved her so much.

This time of year is always bittersweet. Birthdays are supposed to be fun, but mine just reminds me of the last birthday we celebrated together and that we'll never be able to do it again. I turn into an emotional ball of sadness and joy all thrown together.

Losing your best friend isn't something you ever get over. It's just something that becomes a part of who you are and you learn to live with it. Some days are easier than others. You just have to keep reminding yourself to put one foot in front of the other and keep your head held high.

xoxo