Dear Jen,

Dear Jen,

You and I weren't what you'd call "close" friends. More like neighbor friends. We had hung out a few times. Shared some fun stories over a couple of beers. I even remember the time I asked your permission to see your guy's "lower than eye level" tattoo. (way cool of you by the way!) I loved how much energy you had. You could get up at the ass crack of dawn to go to the town field for a game of softball with your friends. Then run home to cook and clean house before it was off the hospital that you nursed at. And you'd still have enough left in you to make an appearance at the party's! You were definitely a cool chick to be around.
I don't know when you started changing. We hadn't spoken in a long time. I didn't know that you were slowly pulling back from your life. No one did. Not even your closest friends. Everyone assumed that you were just spending more time with your guy. That's why your face started disappearing from the social scenes. No one knew that you had a darker reason for avoiding being seen. Something more important to you than the ones who love you. If only we had known sooner...
Jen, you died last night. You went for that perfect high...and couldn't come back. You are leaving behind a world of people who love you. There wont be any more softball games for you to play. No more party's for you to enjoy. No more lazy days playing video games for hours. No more. Just like that it was all taken away from you. For that perfect high. I'm sorry that you are no longer here with us. I truly hope that you are in a peaceful place now. I just wanted you to know how much you will be missed. And with your passing, I hope that the lesson reaches someone somewhere... Is it really worth it to get that high and possibly lose a lifetime of great memories?

Love,
Me.
xo