I know that everyone passes at sometime and I may post about this a lot but until you’ve had your best friend taken from you, I don’t mean as in moved on and find some other best friend. I mean as in them die and you never hear back from them, you never see them, they don’t reply, you don’t pass them in the street. Its happened to me twice now. She was one of my best friends, Chantelle. She gave the best advice and we’d stay up hours on end talking, laughing, crying and what not. Now all I see is her beautiful face on tv most nights, on news websites and in the newspaper. Not for good reasons, but for her death. She was murdered as in the Kapunda triple murder. Reading yesterday’s newspaper is one of the hardest things I’ve done as it describes her last moments and how she was terrified and suffered. Although this year is the second year you’ll be gone, it’s only getting harder. I’m not getting stronger. I just wish I had someone to lie and tell me it will be okay. I miss you Chantelle. I hope you’re in peace beautiful girl