Road to Acceptance

Today was a somewhat normal day except for the fact that I woke up so energized and hyped up I actually managed to clean my entire room in record time. This happens every time I’m going through something like this loss. I try to distract myself to make myself do things so I don’t over think things and fall into a depressive mood that can last for days. I won’t say that I will forget my friend; no truth is I probably will remember Mitcha each and every day. Mitcha and I had so much in common, favorite shows, movies, and loved talking about anything and everything. She was the type of friend that no matter what she always found a way to be supportive and friendly and absolutely wonderful. Her personality was sunshine and her heart was golden, I always felt at ease around Mitcha, she was honest in a way that you knew where you stood with her and never tried to guess things. Mitcha sang beautifully, smiled brightly, and communicated effortlessly. When she gave you a hug, her signature bear hugs, she was doing more than expressing how she felt; she was telling you and showing you that she accepted you for who you are. I have been reaching out to her friends talking to them communicating with them; it’s nice to be able to talk with those who knew her like I did. Mitcha wherever you are, I want you to know I will never forget you. In honor of her memory I am going to try and organize a form of memorial service during my alma mater’s homecoming so all of us who knew her at the college (or university depending on where you’re from) will get a chance to say their piece. This is only the start of a journey through the pain and confusion to acceptance. I don't doubt that there will be days that will be too difficult to even comprehend.