It’s been just over four months since Ari died.
I never realized how many photos of her I had from high school until now.
Her Mom just died.
The worst part of someone who you didn’t see that often dying is you can almost forget you’ll never seen them again. And then when you remember that you never will. That they’re gone. That she killed herself. That I should’ve called her when I saw her Mom months ago. You remember that she’s dead and you’ll never get a chance to tell her just how much you love her ever again.
Don’t wait until it’s too late.