I had an appointment this afternoon that I was late for. I made up a story about the apartment complex picking a bad time to plow the lots and having to get the car dug out. We’ve had some pretty heavy snow over the last three or four days and they really were plowing our lot, however I was not buried. Instead I had been in my car and received a text message “Amber’s deceased. They found her this morning.” My stomach flipped. I wasn’t sure how to process the emotion. We were just talking the other day and laughing about life. I was congratulating her on a new job and she was excited to read my book, even agreeing to be a beta reader. She was looking good with her bright red hair, big smile, and bubbling personality ready to go. Now I was looking at my phone, stunned.
At first, I thought it was some kind of horrible rumor, like what a teenage girl might have her best friend tell the boyfriend to test his true feelings. I called and left a message and stared at my phone, hoping the call would be returned quickly and we would laugh about the absurdity of the rumor. The longer the day went on, the more I came to realize that maybe it wasn’t a bad joke. Then came confirmation from her mother. She was gone. I didn’t know what to say. It’s still processing.
Right now all I know is I will truely miss her face and positivity.
Good night, Amber. The world is better to have known you and a little less brilliant with your loss.