It's Pouring

Saturday was the day before today. That was the day that I found out my childhood best friend had passed away. Clinking that link gives a rough outline of our relationship, and the changes it went through when loyalty was brought into question.

 What I didn't mention is that she had a nightmarishly horrible childhood incident which changed her life forever after. What happened, along with situations and decisions after said incident essentially drained her of her innocents.
All combined, she spent a ridiculously large amount of time in juvenile detention.

When I wrote about her being a strong leader, I should have mentioned her fierce courage. How she was easy to look up to. She went through pure hell, yet faced obstacles in life with an upturned chin, and daring bright blue eyes. Always ready for anything.

D. seemed fearless. But, she'd give you the shirt off her back.
I can recall, once I was sick, and we didn't have money for cold medicine, so D. stole some for me from the Super Fresh. (She stole often, and had pretty much perfected her skills by that time.)

In most accounts, D. really was fearless. But, her pain remained, and heavier drugs eventually became her outlet.
 And when the drugs became stronger, she knew not to call me.

At first, I didn't understand. Thought she found new friends, or was sick of me. But, in hindsight, she was attempting to deaden her emotions with whatever numbing drugs she could grasp hold of.
She must have known that I would never stand an idle witness to her dealings with the
 newer of drugs of choice.

I am full of regret and guilt. Struggling to ignore those feelings, and am concentrating on all those beautiful times we shared before and in-between.
I loved her.

My brother A. just called.
My mother's mother just passed away.