Becky...

I found out today that a friend of mine was killed in a car accident last Friday. She'd been part of my graduating class, and I'd run into her off and on for the past few years. The last time I saw her was in May, when her brother graduated with my sister.

I'd forgotten how contagious her laugh was, and how much fun she was. I regret that I didn't know her as well as I could have, and that we never talked for more than a few minutes.

The weirdest part about all this is trying to come to terms with the fact that I'll never hear her laugh from fifty feet away again, or that I'll never get to hug her again. It doesn't seem like she's really gone, and it feels very strange.

Wherever you are, Becky, I'll miss you.