You see, grief isn’t here to make me hurt, though it often does. Grief is really here to help me heal. To guide me through the loss. To help me process.
I was 12 years old when I met Lisa, who was 31 at the time. An unlikely friendship for sure.
Our journey to becoming best friends is a bit long and complicated but I'll simplify it this way: Lisa was first my mentor, and then, as I became an adult, my best friend.
From the moment we met, we were, as she would say, simpatico. We instantly connected over our love of coffee, writing, and talking. Our positive outlook on life was similar.
Our friendship circled around coffee dates. When I...