We met ten years ago. Hung out every day. I considered her one of my best friends. She moved away four years ago, to another city, but I followed her two years later. Life got busy, and we didn't see each other as often as we had before. But we were still friends.
This week she got sick. I visited her a lot this week. Tuesday she seemed to be getting better, but then Wednesday evening she got worse.
She died on Thursday. I miss my friend.
