Alice was my best friend. Judging by the heads I see nodding, I’m guessing she was that to many of you as well.

Truth be told, Alice was my only friend. But that does not take away from the fact that she was my best friend. She was the best friend anyone could ask for. And even if she was your only friend, like she was mine, that was better than having a million friends.

The last time I went into rehab – that was fourteen months ago – she was the only person who came to visit me. I don’t blame my family for not wanting me around – not after everything that has happened. But even when you have no one to blame but yourself, it helps to have a friend stick by you.

When I heard what happened to Alice, I cried. She didn’t deserve that. She deserved to live. She deserved the best life could offer, because that is what she gave us.

I’m sorry for rambling. I just wanted to say that I will miss my best friend.

 

(This is part 2 of 26 of the story What Happened to Alice. To see the full listing click here.)