It’s been 12 years since we use to play in that park behind our houses. Our brothers use to push us around that tire swing until we’d feel sick. And even then they wouldn’t stop no matter how loud we yelled or hysterically we laughed.
It’s been 10 years since we were in 3rd grade together. We had been trying to be put in the same class since KG and it never worked out that way. But there we were with the coolest teacher, cheating off each others’ multiplication papers because the 12s times table was just too hard to remember.
It’s been 8 years since you finally convinced me to do a cannon ball off the high dive even though I was terrified of heights. You climbed up all the way with me even though the lifeguards yelled at us. After that first jump, it was just too addicting to stop.
It’s been 6 years since you were the first to come to my going away party and insisted i opened your present right then and there. It was a pink ballerina journal. Inside you had signed it “To My Best Friend.” You told me to write everything in it when I moved so it would be as if I was still telling you everything, like we always had.
It’s been 4 years since you came to visit me after I moved away and I took you around in my golf cart. It felt like we were never apart, telling each other typical teenage girl stories and promising to email and keep each other updated.
It’s been 1 year since I heard of the crash…Since I realized there would be no more laughs or stories or adventures. Since I realized I would never see you again…
Now, you are my most beautiful memory of a past I will never forget.
RIP Summer June Adi (1988-2006)
Inna Lillahi Wa ina ilayhi’ll Raji3oon
: : : The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful : : :
— The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera (p. 208) —