Two months ago today my best friend died. I have no idea how I'm managed to make it to November, but I'm so glad that I did. The view looks okay from here.
I miss her eye rolls, and our wordless conversations that sometimes turned into staring contests. I miss always knowing that she was in the study, waiting to greet me when I arrived home, and that I could share ridiculously small news with her and it was considered important.
But I am sure that there will come a day when I will miss these things a little less because the memories from my time with her will supersede the longing to have those times back. I just wish that day would come a little sooner.