Always A Part Of Me, Until The Very Last Day.

     It's been 3 years yesterday since I lost a friend. I remember finding out, yet never reacting to hearing those words until I saw her death announced on the news, in which I replayed that not-even 2 minute segment over and over and over again, crying as fast as my eyes would. And all too quickly do we pick up the pieces we have and we move on with our lives, the world doesn't stop turning, you can't too. But one thing we don't stop and think, or even realize all too often is that pieces of us fuse with pieces of those around you. One person in special to you for one reason or another, but that doesn't change a thing, they become a part of you. You can never see them again, but you still have that piece of them that they gave you, carefully picked, in which you exchanged to them a piece of you. And, yes, the world turns and pain comes and goes, but there is still that part of you, connected to them. Always. Today is a careful reminder of how influenced  we are by our surroundings. And most days, some of us will never even notice. We carry it with us, not paying attention, until that moment comes around, and we take it in, keep our fill, and save it again for another day, another time, another place when me may need it again. I only hope that even before I die, I have instilled the pieces of me among many people, so even as time passes people will think of me, and the impression I have left on them from time to time, even if I see them again. So this is my tribute to a friend whom may be gone, but even so today, she has proven that there is still many a reason why she is still here, and that is through the pieces of her that have been sown upon us. Pieces of us have been instilled into the  innocent hearts of others who have let us in. Keep cool my friend, you are still very missed.