I received the awful news today that my best friend killed herself last week.
This was the woman who could - and would - talk me in off the ledge under any circumstance.
She was my maid of honour, and my cheerleader.
And somehow, I missed it.
All I can think is: how sad I am that she got so sad. So sad she couldn't call me. Like she always would - so I could return the favour. Like I always would. That was what we did for each other.
Oh, my darling Meggie, what happened?
I'm trying to understand...
