One more conversation...

My friend died today. Not really worth going into the detail of how or why. She's just gone and it's sad. She was brillant. Funny. Down right goofy. So young. And now she's gone. We hadn't spoken in months over some mishappenings and well, now it's easy to say I fucked up. She was in trouble, that was apparent. And the trouble caught up with her in a bad way. One more conversation. One more attempt to talk her into getting some help. But I wouldn't do it because I was being stubborn. I know, I know, she's the only one who could have helped herself but that doesn't bring her back now does it? Here's to Shortcake. Rest in peace.