Steffany

It has been a weird week.

I feel as though I have a lot to figure out. I recently awoke to the news that a great internet friend of mine had died. Our relationship was that of big and little sister. Although she was old enough to be my mother, she had such a young spirit and she was able to share that with the world via social media.

At first, I was confused. Should I be able to cry for someone I hadn’t met in real life? Although I only knew her through Twitter, we shared so much. She was a part of my daily life. Any thought or idea I shot out into the world was guaranteed to get some sort of input from her. Even when I didn’t agree with what she had to say, I considered it because I valued and respected her—she was my elder, and I knew she was coming from a caring place.

I cried. I’m tearing up a li’l bit as I type this. It’s so weird how people can touch your life. She invested in me because she wanted to me to be the best person I could be. I mourn her loss but also I take solace in waking up every day hoping to fulfill her wish. That, to me, is comforting. ♦