I’m still not sure how to put into words what it feels like to lose my best friend—my soul sister.
For the past two or three years, we were inseparable. I’m not exaggerating when I say we talked or texted every single day. We shared everything—big things, small things, silly things, hard things. I was her emergency contact, but more than that, I was her person. She was Auntie Estey to my daughter, and my family embraced her like one of our own.
Everywhere I go, everything I hear or see—it brings back memories. Every song, every movie, every drive, every plate of food—it all has a piece of us in it. We lived so much life together in such a short time. Slumber parties, vacations, cuddles on the couch, making dinners, going paddle boarding, movies, shopping, getting nails done, doing art, laughing until we couldn’t breathe, just loving each other fiercely. We even went on drives just to be together, just to feel free. We never judged each other or ever held back. You called me the sister you never had. You were my biggest cheerleader and I was yours.
I’ll never forget that smile—that beautiful, infectious smile that could light up any room. And I’ll never forget how proud she was of her children. She talked about them with such love and admiration. You could hear how much she cared in every word.
I was her sidekick. I helped her set daily and goals. We were going to conquer the world together. Help others in times of need. I always had my phone on for her—day or night—because she knew she could call me anytime, about anything. I only wish she had called. I wish I could have helped more.
But I will carry her with me, always. In the songs we loved, in the movies we watched, in the quiet moments and the loud ones too. She left her mark on me, on all of us. And I will never, ever forget her.
Rest easy, my soul sister. You were deeply loved, and you always will be.