Dear Ajara,
I hope when you are reading this letter you don’t notice any grammatical errors. I remember how much you loved to read and write. I cannot deny that your writing abilities had always surpassed mine and for that I admired what you had to teach. I remember how much fun we used to have when we were younger. You were always the peace maker of the group. Your kindness radiated and intelligence never went unnoticed. You laughed along with some of the crude jokes our little group told to one another even though these were jokes you could never utter yourself. It was always a joy to see that you could not give one playful insult to any of us because that’s just the type of kind person you were. No one could ever change that about you and I am glad no one has. Our memories in Mrs. Garcia’s class will always be one of my favorites because we were the happiest. We had spent the innocent part of our years watching you grow into this shy but assuring woman who I knew, without a doubt, would leave an impact. Although you leave us early, that impact has not diminished. I hope you know that those of us, who were lucky to have met you, will never forget you. We will never forget your words of wisdom, your support, and your humility. I myself could only hope to meet someone who was just as sweet-hearted as you. My heart is numb knowing that I could not see you before your illness took over but I am also happy that you are no longer suffering with pain because you did not deserve that. I miss you so much and I wish you the best as you look over us and your family. One day the trio will reunite once more and it will be just like old times but until then rest in peace.
Love,
Lidia R
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