Well Cancer showed its ugly face again this year in January when my best friend of 23 years was diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer. She fought cancer with chemo and her will to live. However, on August 26th, 2015 at 3:07pm she grew her wings and met Jesus. I don't want to say she lost her battle because she won. She won her spot next to Jesus and she completed the task that where her for her on earth. I hated to see her go the way she did. She has such a rough childhood and yet she never wanted sympathy for that. She fought to be here to watch her four kids grow up and become something in this world. However, now she will have to see that from heaven. Angila was the person who I could always count on. She never let my small problems seem so small compared to what she was going through. We would talk every morning on the way to work. Sometimes we talked about the kids other times it could of been about our crazy husbands. We both had the same taste in men, our husbands are so much alike. If I wasn't already a twin, she could of been my twin. She always sent me text telling me that I was her other half. Well she was mine and now I feel so broken. I have started this blog back up to get my feelings out. I know these are just ramblings, but I need to get them out. SO most of this will bounce around but I am typing as it comes to my head.
23 years is a long time to have a friend. 23 years equals 8,400.57 days, which is also 201,614 hours that we were friends on this earth. What I wouldn't give for just one more hour with you. I keep hoping that you will visit me in my dreams. But I am sure you are busy up in heaven and will come visit me soon. I just want to know that you are okay.
Damnit how am I supposed to move on in this life without you here with me to hold my hand. This really sucks.
That's all for now I will be back tomorrow I am sure. 
