On November 18th, 2016 I lost a friend. We got a call at work saying that she wouldn't be coming in for her shift, but we didn't know that meant that she was never coming back.

At 1:30 that day, I learned that you passed away. My head started spinning. I began to weep. Not cry, weep. It was so hard to breathe. I began to wonder what the last thing I said to you was, or the fact that I would never hear your laugh again. We would never work side by side and talk each other through tough days. I would never get to see your cute outfits or hear your attitude that you got when customers were rude. I would never get to see your funny Snapchats or talk about music with you again. I had planned to ask you about your birthday because we figured out that it was the day before mine. I had planned to give you a huge hug and apologize about how hurt you were with whats happening in the world. I had planned to have a great work day with you. I felt hollow. I felt like there was a hole in my chest.

The day that we lost you I saw grown men cry. Men who I thought would never show any other emotion other than happiness and anger. I hope you know that you mean't so much to so many people. We miss having you around already and were devastated to know that we won't get to be in your presence again. I have cried every single day since you passed away. I can't imagine how your family is feeling and unfortunately I never had the pleasure of meeting any of them. I pray that your family finds peace after grieving because sometimes it seems like the pain will never go away.

I don't know how or why God does what he does - but, he must have needed you more than we did. I hope that you are at peace and that you know that we will never forget you, Sydney.