My friend Kelley (Valkyrie) passed yesterday morning. I am trying to make sense of anything right now and cannot really fathom why one of my best friends would be ripped away at 27 years of age. When I called her mother and told her who I was she said “I know who you are, Deanna”, in that way an old friend would and proceeded to tell me the whole story.

I have been beating myself up over all the missed phone calls we had back and forth over the past few months. One of the moments that I obviously felt myself torn apart was when her mother said to me “we never talked about it, but I think she’d probably want to be cremated”, to which I had to confirm her resistance to being in a box; something her mother didn’t know. _______________________________________________________________(I’m writing something for her, it will be up shortly)