I was going to write. It would have been something good. I just wanted to find that picture that would accompany the post. The one that summed up what I was going to say. Instead I found many pictures and every time I looked a picture, I remembered. I remembered she and I watching Steel Magnolias on New Year's Eve, because she had never seen it before or my birthday or hers. I remembered how she loved my kids and how they loved her. I remembered her laugh and that look. I remembered how just being around her made me happy. I remembered that time she was afraid to let the girls drink anything in her car and then I spilled something and she was pissed but we laughed. I remembered how we used to go swimming at midnight when we both got off work and how we would swim on our backs only using our legs and gossip. I remember how happy she used to get when you bought her flowers and how she took pictures of them that one time and gave me a copy. I remember how she used to leave me letters in the drawer at work and tell me she loved me and she was so glad we were friends or that she knew I was having a rough time but she was there for me. I remembered the candy apple scented candle she gave me for Mother's Day that year when I hadn't gotten anything else. I remember how she used to drive all the way to where I worked to go tan with me. I remember how she came by before she left for Dallas to show me her hair. And how she wanted me to love it and how she hugged me goodbye... for the last time. I remember how she called me to ask me to help her hang her curtains and how proud I was of her that she wanted to do it herself. I remember looking at Avon catalogs for hours trying to decide what we wanted and what we could share. I remember that time that we drove to San Antonio with the T-tops off and got sunburned. I remember that time she told NY he was an ass and he got in his car and drove away and she told me that I deserved so much better. I remember the time she cried for me. I remember the time that we went to the beach and she loved the beach and asked me if I would move there with her one day. I remember how she smiled, how she smelled, how she loved to live. How she shared, how she gave, how she was unsure still because she was finding out who she was. I remember how she lit up a room, any room. And how she blended in so well with so many people. I remembered how much I loved her and how I miss her.
