Passing of a friend

My best friend from back home had died from a carbon monoxide accident at her house.

This is the poem that she wrote for me awhile ago (no grammar corrections made):

Looking Accross the Playground

to Linda, my best friend

Looking accross the playground
She stood all alone
She knew a little English
And I needed a friend
Seven years later
She's still here
We've been together
Through thick and thin
Little did I know
Looking accross the playground
I was looking at my best friend

Janna

She just had her birthday on November 4th and turned 21.


This makes me realize many things which I will cover in my more personal blog.