Amber,

It seems so silly to be writing this now. You have been gone for two and a half years now but I still feel like there’s some unresolved conflicts. The day you were put in the hospital in a coma, we had a big fight. I never got to tell you that I’m sorry and I still love you. We were such good friends but the day of the accident, I lied to you.

I took your lyre off of your saxophone and I used it because mine broke. You came in that day, mad that someone had stole it and I acted like I fool. I feel so bad that this happened. I felt like it was my fault when you died.

You stayed in a coma for several days before your last brain cell died along with my hope of seeing my best friend again. I went to your visitation and stayed for two hours just looking at you there. I wanted so much for your to wake up and say you were just playing an awful trick on me for lying. Sadly, you never woke up, and I never got to say I was sorry.

The day of your funeral I just sat there, dumbfounded by the fact that it was really you laying in the casket with the pink roses everywhere. I know you’re angel now, Amber, and I know your soul was there that day because I believe I saw you sitting in the front pew at your own funeral.

You saved three lives the day you passed amber and those three people love you very much and are eternally grateful. See you again in Heaven someday, girly.

Love Always,
T.R., age 19