Everything
I know about friendship, I learned from Ashley. From the special inside jokes,
to the extreme forgiveness of wrongdoings. She taught me so much about the joys
of living. About the simplicity of happiness, and about overwhelming amounts of
courage and bravery. We were thirteen when we became best friends. There were
sleepovers, and movies, passing notes in class and walks in the summer time
just talking. And as we became closer friends, life was so much happier. She would
call me when she was scared or sad or bored, and I the same for her. She loved
singing, drawing and writing, especially poetry. I remember so many times we
would just hang out and write together.
No need for anything else, but a pen and paper. Ashley enjoyed the little things. She was
stubborn for the right reasons. She would always tell you the truth no matter
what it was or how much you didn't want to hear it. And everyone needs a friend
like that to pull you back where you need to be. She was so kind and would talk
to anyone no matter their status. And by the time high school was over, she had
more friends than I could count. She was, an amazing person. And it's important
to remember her for who she was. Because she was not the cancer, or the suffering,
or the pain. She was not weak or helpless. She was not just another tragic
story, or a date on the calendar, or a half raised flag. But she was the
hopefulness and the smiles and the optimism. She was the definition of internal
and external beauty. She was Disney socks and colored gel pens. She was a true
fighter. Even though God has taken her home, she is not gone, she's still here
with us. She is the sun in the sky and the warmth in our hearts. She is calm in
the room and the peace in our dreams. She is ink on a page from a beautiful
poem. She is any kind act from a stranger. She is the song that gets us through
another day. She is everywhere.
<3