not sure what to title this.
Well, I was going to write about my trip to Santa Fe, and about the fact that 21 isn't as disappointing as everyone says. But then I was reading the eagle this morning and glanced over the obits. And well, my best friend, Maleah Harmon, from kindergarten at Emerson died last week in a car crash. I never had a class with her after that and we went to different middle and high schools. But well, it is still sad. I remember going to her 5th b-day party the day after kindergarten started. I remember going to her house and how she had all of these brothers and sisters, I thought that was pretty cool. Her mom had one of those big station wagons with a back facing seat in the wayback. And it was her mom who comforted me the first day of kindergarten when that clown popped the balloon. I am pretty much speechless.