When I was in my first year at University, I met an interesting girl. Now, this girl was cool. And I mean cool. She had an interesting life. She’d done all these things and seen all these things that I wished I had done and seen. She was talented – a fantastic artist, singer and dancer. And I wanted ever so much to be just like her.
We became friends. And for that first year of University, life was a whirlwind of me trying to impress her with how cool I had become/was becoming. I did and said a lot of things that I regret now, and did and said more things that I will never regret.
We used to do crazy stuff together – on the weekends, we’d go to Chatswood and busk outside the St George bank. Not because we were poor or anything, but because it was fun. And I had a LOT of fun when I was hanging out with her. With her, I did a lot of things that I wouldn’t normally have done.
She taught me how to live. She taught me that if I wanted to do something, that I should go out and do it instead of waiting and fretting until the opportunity passed.
She wasn’t a good friend to me. Things were said (I only regret some of them). We had a huge fight (it was horrible) and after that, we stopped being friends.
I’ll admit that I wasn’t the nicest to her after the fight either – I was free to others with my reasons for the friend break-up, as it were, and added a lot to the drama surrounding her life.
So, I didn’t speak to her or see her again for almost 13 years.
Last week, I heard that she’d died. A car accident. It was very sudden.
I went to her Facebook memorial and there was a great outpouring of grief. People left well wishes. And it seemed that from the time we stopped being friends and the time she died, she’d become a completely different person.
A much better person.
Thing is, though, I wasn’t sure how to feel about the whole situation. Her death made me feel my mortality, but that was really about it. I didn’t have many good memories of our time together and what memories I did have were tainted by the messy end of our friendship.
Sometimes, however, we need to give ourselves permission to grieve, even if it’s over someone we didn’t know well, or whom we didn’t get along with. They were still part of our lives.
Whether she’d changed or not, though, her death is still sad. Still sudden and unexpected. She had a lot of life in her and though she wasn’t my good friend, she had been a good friend to many others.
Her loss will be mourned and it is a tragic waste that she was taken so young.
So, I cried a little, and then I was ready to face the next day.