I can't believe you're gone.
No, that can't be right.
RSV or rejection, whichever it was, well, both of them, they're a bitch.
You emailed me a year ago after reading my blog. It was called 'From one Meghann to another Megan' and you started of saying 'First off, love the name'. We talked on msn and facebook, but not a lot. I remember talking loads the night that Bree got her tx b/c we were so pleased for her, and you'd not long had your own tx.
The last time we talked, it must have been a few weeks ago, before you declined and ended up in ICU on a vent. We were just talking about random stuff. General life, and of course pred making us both ravenously hungry. It made me laugh so damn much when you said that my msn display picture made me look like a model. And then the conversation died down, you got occupied doing other stuff and I was falling asleep b/c it was about 2am and I was exhausted.
We never said goodbye.
Does that make it better or worse? I've heard people say they're grateful that last conversations never had a real ending to it b/c it leaves the line open, ready to be picked up again someday. Goodbye seems so... final.
RIP doesn't seem suitable either - you never seemed like a quiet person!
Gone but not forgotten. Too damn impossible to forget you. Xxx
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