She was eccentric. She loved frogs. She would drink Mountain Dew and stay up all night. She was funny. She laughed a lot. She was easy to get along with and everyone wanted to be her friend. She loved to sing and did it EVERYWHERE. She went to church weekly, daily, hourly; she still wasn’t sure. She could never choose among red, blue, and purple as a favorite color. She hated pizza. She loved a good salad bar. She never said a curse word, not even damn. She knew who she was, and she liked her. She was pure. She was innocent. She was real.
I miss her.