Ahja, I miss you. My heart hurts for you and your family and all of the people who loved you. You were so sweet to me from the moment we met, both new kids in Manchester in the sixth grade. I was surprised that a girl so beautiful and funny and popular was so nice and open with an awkward brace-faced, frizzy-haired, thick glasses wearing shy girl like me. We wrote copious long-winded notes. Trampolines, school dances, knee socks, shaving our heads, when you joined softball even though you were way better at track ;), our trip to Germany, sitting on the wrong section of the steps in Berlin, almost dying on that side trip when we got caught in the hail storm, reuniting multiple times after high school like we had not missed a beat, playing co-ed softball, introducing me to sushi. We laughed and cried together. Every time I saw you I felt loved. I hold our memories together so dear and I truly believe that you are now in a place where your soul rests easy and you have a smile on your face. I can't wait to see you again. Until then....