I was worried about what to post about for E. Now, I wish I didn't have an answer. Erika was my best friend growing up. I just found out that she took her life.
I don't blame her. She had some things going wrong as she got older. It got worse after her mother died. I'm sure it's a blessing that she doesn't need to suffer any more, but when I think of the girl I grew up with, it's hard to imagine her life ending this way.
Erika was a lifetime buddy. We grew up across the street from each other. I met her when I was 3 1/2 years old. She taught me too many things. Probably some that she shouldn't have, but those are good memories to me. It helped me not to be so naive.
She was there for me through everything. She always believed in me more than she needed to. She was always proud of me. She was there for my graduation, my wedding and so many other childhood events.
I learned never to judge people, especially by their color. I'm going to share a funny story that Erika loved to tell everyone and tease me about...
Like I said, I met Erika when I was 3 1/2. Her dad is black. Her mom is white. I never thought anything of it until one day, when I was across the street playing and her dad took off his shirt.
I stopped and said, "JJ. You're black all over!" (Apparently I thought he had a really nice tan!)
He laughed and gave me a hug. "Yes Baby Girl. Heavenly Father made us all different and he made me black."
And then I went off to play with Erika.
Her mom was listening through the house window and had to call my mom and tell her how funny it was, and how I didn't even care once he explained it to me. I just said, "Okay" and I was off playing again.
Erika and I were so close that when I went to her uncle's funeral, her dad introduced me to people as his daughter. It was funny to see the look on people's faces. But he was right. He's been like a dad to me and Erika was like a sister. I'll miss her so much. Till we meet again girlfriend.