For context, I wrote this about a week after her passing.
Becca,
A few days ago I went to see you, I got to say everything that I wanted to.... How I'd miss you, how I love you, I got to Thankyou and I got to say goodbye. But I don't want anyone to think for one minute that this is going to be my lasting memory of you because I can assure you it's not. I'll remember the Maltezer eating contests, our awful singing, the walks with Tallie, your infectious laugh, Your ability to eat an entire family sized chocolate cake still astounds me (seriously Becca I was out of the room for 10 minuets and it was gone), our pointless conversations, the odd looks you'd give me across a room to make me laugh (I didn't have to speak to you to know you were there), our risqué inside jokes, your ability to listen to me without any judgement, your absolute weirdness that I have always loved you for, and your acceptance of my weirdness - you are one of the only people I can truly be myself around, your undying love for chocolate, the fact that you could trip over anything even if there was nothing there, your welsh accent, that one time you thought you were gay ("I like holding hands with girls"), your acceptance of my need of a secret handshake, the hatred you had for your braces, your chop stick skill that I could never challenge, your ridiculous ability to keep everything white, the way you used humour to get your frustration out, your ability to get me out of my shell, our incredible chav accents - I can't even remember how to do it anymore without you, your endless film quotations (I would have no clue what you were quoting but I'd appreciate it all the same), your constant need for a plan - if there wasn't one you'd be making it, your love for music whether it was Michael buble or some form of rap you could always keep up with it word for word, our attempts to sledge - they were never particularly successful, the fact that you'd dance with me no matter how embarrassing I got - I don't think I'll ever find a dance partner who is up for doing electric air guitar solos with me in the middle of prom despite not having drunk a thing, your kindness, your ridiculous supply of fluffy socks, the way you'd always be boiling when I was freezing, your overexcitement about the smallest of things, the knowledge that I could always go to you - rely on you, you could make anyone smile even when there was nothing to smile about. I will miss this all, every tiny detail of you - six years was not nearly long enough with you, and I will spend the rest of my life wishing it were longer. I'll never want to say goodbye but I have to, and that fills me with more sadness then I think I will ever feel, I love you Becca. I will complete the plans we made together but none of them and nothing will be the same without you - you were one of few people I knew were going to be in my life for the long run. And now your not. You meant, and mean more to me then you will ever know.
Farewell my friend - Iona x