I couldn't believe she was gone, I felt like it was all a joke and she was perfectly fine. “Why did this have to happen to me? Why take my grandmother away?" I thought angrily to myself. I never wanted to leave her side again, but she left mine. The last time I saw her, she was in a padded box, it looked like quite pale, with no sign of life in her, and being so young I couldn't grasp the concept that she was gone for a while. Days later I shuffled wherever I went, emotionless and feeling like I would never know what again meant happiness. It took time for my heart to heal, but I still had bursts of tears every now and then. My family only tried to help me, but what I needed was my best friend. But I lost her , I lost my best friend. I always feel like I failed her and would never be forgiven. Growing up, I had to understand that everything was okay and that "she was in a better place." I never believed it the “best seat” would be right next to me if it were truly “best”. I had to understand that she was gone. Now, in my heart, I think he has forgiven me and is watching over me. Now I can live without my best friend, and have done so for many years