I can't seem to get past the grief of losing my best friend. I know it hasn't been long, however, I consider myself a very strong person. This is a strange feeling I'm having right now and I don't quite know what to do with it.
My friend Mava was one of a kind. She knew I worked all the time but she seemed ok with just getting whatever time I had left over and she never complained. She was an Angel among us. I was so lucky to have her as long as I did. I miss you so terribly Mava.