Today I said to her, “You know I love you, though!” as she left my office. I never would have imagined that less than an hour later, I would be telling the paramedics that yes, I knew who she was. I would be standing in the middle of a scene that resulted in the loss of my friends’ life. That I would be rehashing the conversations that led up to this moment where I would no longer be able to hear her voice again, except the voice messages she left me every day, sometimes two or three a day.
Gone just like that.
And then the speculations. My God, how people can be so cruel. People suggesting that maybe she was high; or maybe she deserved it because of where she was standing on the bypass; or perhaps she was just an afterthought because she was homeless and not worth a second thought.
Well she was to me. She had a name. She had family that loved her. She had friends that she would protect, no questions asked. And I was one of them.
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