Pouring it Out...Glass Two...

It's Wednesday--which means pour your heart at over at Shells's--Things I Can't Say. Love her and I love her Wednesday meme.




I had a friend...she was one of the best friends that I've ever had. She was bold. Didn't care about what anyone thought or said about her. Before I met Leo if a guy tried to talk to me she would give him the 3rd degree and question him on his motives. When I met Leo she loved him. She told me that I had a keeper. I loved her.

She took me to my first horse races. She would go to the gym with me and make me get my {then} skinny booty in shape--she told me even though I was skinny didn't mean I was in shape and healthy. She was totally right. I loved her.

She was like an older sister--the older sister I never had. She took care of me. She talked to me about everything. I loved her.

She moved away to Germany a few years after we met. It was from there that she called me to tell me that she had found a lump. While showering. At the gym.

She assured me that it was nothing. But I could tell how scared she was. I told her to call me as soon as she found anything out. And she did.

And the news was the worst news possible. She had breast cancer. And she was young.

She came to San Antonio for some of her surgeries. Her treatments. She would always come and stay with me when she could. The same went for checkups when she was cancer free. She would stay at our home--she would go shopping with me. Hang out with us at one of our favorite bars. Her mom came down and we all went out. Oh, her Mom. I totally saw where she got her spunk from--I immediately loved her mom.

She was there in San Antonio when I realized something wasn't right with my first pregnancy. She was there with coffee made when I came home with the puffiest eyes ever and she didn't need me to tell her what was wrong. She knew my baby was in heaven.

A couple of months later, before Leo and I were to leave to Turkey, she called me. We talked forever. She was so excited that I would be in Turkey--we talked about visiting one another. She told me she was playing softball and how much she loved it. She told me that her back was bothering her, but she totally blew it off.

A little over a month later we arrived in Turkey. I hadn't heard from her and I assumed she was just swamped with work. I emailed her a few times telling her 'Helloooo! I'm here!! Where are you?'. It was a week after that I found out her cancer had returned. It had spread and it was bad. Really, really bad.

Shortly after? She died. My best friend died. I never told her goodbye. I never got a chance to tell her how much she meant--and still means--to me. I loved her. I love her. I'll never, ever forget her.

And her name? Is Angi. Angi who fought cancer. Angi who beat cancer. Angi who inspires me still to this day.

Love you, Ang. I'll never, ever forget you. Your spirit. Your happiness. Your everything. xoxo