A Year

Two weeks ago, at church, the teacher asked us to think of our good friends and the qualities they possessed which we admired.

I thought of Tara.

I envy her generosity. I miss her kindness. And the way she was so straight forward.

Most, I miss her laugh.

There are few people on this earth that understand me the way I need a best friend to, but Tara was one of those people.

It's been a year now and the tightness I feel in my chest when I think about her still surprises me.

But I have a faith, that I do not doubt, that I will get to see my dear friend again.

Until then, I will mourn Patrick Swayze as Tara might have, watch episode after episode of 'Sex and the City', triumph when there is an Olive Garden nearby and visit with her loved ones when I get the chance.