Love.

my goodbye to you. your eulogy.

Dear Ana,
Prima, I'd rather write this as a letter to you than address it to everyone else. Man, from my playmate I only saw in pictures, to someone I would trust my life with--I'm going to miss you more than words. From the first day we really met jumping off the bunk bed in Stockton, I never knew that my pen pal would jump from the page and come to my town. But I'm glad you did. Glad to witness you blossom in that mess called high school. I'm glad we got close. You were my roomie at engineering camp, because we're dorks. Bangin' Sean Paul from our room, playing cards, and me being so slow and always losing. I know you "enjoyed." I'm forever proud of you for the way you carried yourself, dignified, and always chasing what you wanted, for being focused and clear-headed with your dreams. You were well-respected and loved by all, and you can guarantee that a million people right now are writing the same words as me, but with different stories to associate you with.

I'll always be grateful for having you in my life. To talk to when the family was going crazy. To talk to about all of the shit in life. To discuss our plans for growing up and getting out. For helping me, and listening when I went crazy and turned into a brief alcoholic. Hey Prima, I love you. I'll miss you. I hope you're happy where you are, and you're hella popular up there too. You'll blossom and grow wherever, whenever, with whomever and that's a fact. This is my goodbye to your body, but not your spirit. Best believe I'll expect one of those tight hugs when I get up there. Thanks forever for everything. You're one of those...one of those no one forgets.

Love,
Your Prima Vanessa

Ana's eulogy. She's gonna post it on her xanga anyway. What a strange favor to ask someone, but I guess. Now get ready to write mine.

Half joking.

My to-do list isn't getting shorter. I'mma put this one on top though: overcome.