Sad moment.

Returning back to that grave and glaring strongly at the name Destiny Ramirez on the icy, granite stone, I begin to feel broken. As I stand there in the devastation, my emotions get the better of me as I begin to weep. I remember that day as vivid and clear as always, as if it was yesterday. I remember having to wake up that morning and put on the black attire. I remember driving to the cemetery having to bare the thought I wish I had never had. I remember her being placed down, knowing I would never get to see my best friend again. I remember that dreadful day on November 2nd.

Waking up that morning on October 31, 2004, I was exciting for Halloween. I could not wait for it to get dark, so I could go trick-or-treating. I had planned to go with Destiny before she had gotten sick. About a month before she had been hospitalized for severe headaches and doctors found a large, cancerous, tumor in her brain that they could do nothing about. After I was dressed, my grandmother took my to the hospital to see her before I went to school, but I sensed something was different.

As I walked through the hospital doors, I could feel the hair on my arms raising as the cold hospital air brushed by. I walked down the hallway, which seemed like the longest walk of my life, getting tunnel vision as I began to feel more and more uneasy, until we had finally made it to her room. My grandmother and I stayed there for a while, talking, watching television, until it was time for me to go to school. Just before I got up, I gave her a hug and told her I'd see her tomorrow, as I always did, then I walked out.

I had gone to school after the visit and was picked up at 2:20, same routine as any other day. Everything seemed to be going fine. Ring...ring..the phone went off and my grandmother answered and suddenly broke into tears. Everything seemed to go blank in my mind as I expected the worst. She hung up the phone and in the most remorse voice told me that Destiny had passed.

I was devastated. My knees felt week. It felt like my heart had sunk to my stomach. For I could think of nothing else to do, but cry. Letting go of her, my best friend, was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. The day of the funeral was what hit me the hardest, it all just felt so unreal, I didn't want to believe she was gone. Even today, I still can't believe what happened, I had never felt so hopeless and vulnerable in my entire life, but no matter what I will always remember her. She will always be my best friend.