Feeling sick of myself

Am I one to ignore friends? I do not believe it. How then has one slipped away not so suddenly without me realizing she was sick at all? Granted I haven't seen her for almost three years, but it hurt no less when I received the news. Heather Weeks is dead. No time for well wishing. No chance to recognize her disease for me. Please, if anyone actually reads this pithy blog, remember her in you prayers on our behalf. engage in whatever ritual you would to mourn the passed. But do not be sad. Heather knew where she was going, and she was not afraid to go. I hope that after my life has ended i could go to the same place and greet her there. Thank you, Heather, for your superior dance talents made me look competent. I cannot forget the late nights in the locker room hallways choreographing for jazz class, and I hope to never let them slip from my memory. You are certain now never to be forgotten again though you are beyond our contact...for now.