I miss my dear friend Brittany very much. Tonight especially. I was just thinking about her, as I do everyday. I can’t even begin to describe the amazing person she was. So full of life and whenever I think about all the time we spent together, I can still hear her laugh and it puts a smile on my face. I loved the times we just drove around our town for hours listening to the same Run Kid Run song over and over (I made her replay it) because there was nothing better to do on a Friday night or when we would sit for hours and talk at our favorite coffee shop called Stir It Up. Or the times we would just sit around at my house doing absolutely nothing, but we’d still have the best time ever because we were together and the hot tub nights at our friend Jocelyn’s house. It’s so weird to think about how a few weeks before she left us, we were texting each other and making plans to hang out. I guess I didn’t realize just how sick she was and she just had the most positive attitude always believing that she would get better.

Here’s one of her posts from her blog that I just love because her personality is all over it: ”i read about how you touched them and they were healed; or even if someone just touched your cloak, they were forever changed. you let a broken woman bathe your feet in her tears, and you washed your best friends’ feet. i’m just wondering though - did you ever just HUG people? i know it’s a silly question and all; i’m sure you would have (why wouldn’t you have?), but it’s one of those things that was never mentioned. and it got me thinking about it and how whenever there was a touch from you, sins were forgiven and sickness fell. all i really need is a hug. that’s okay for me to imagine, right? that’s not conflicting with any sort of theology, is it? okay good. then hug me. but not one of these sideways one-arm-around-the-neck type hugs. or the ghetto right-hand, clasp-fists, elbows-to-chest, pat-pat-on-the-backback. or the you put your right arm-over my left arm-and i put my right arm under your left arm and we make this weird SORT-of-diagonal thing. naw.. none of those! BEAR HUG ME, MAN! take your old school carpenter arms and throw them around my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere, and i can barely move them because you’re squeezing me so hard. (but don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I HATE it when people do that) and then hold me. hold me here in your arms.”

I miss Brittany for the selfish reason that she is not here with me anymore, but I know she is living the best life ever with her Father. I can’t even begin to imagine all she’s experienced and continues to experience, and I just know that she has gotten that hug she wanted :) “So instead I’ll pray with every tear and be thankful for the time I had you here.”