I was browsing through my Messenger earlier today to greet my besties a Happy Mother’s Day. When it was your turn, the message I composed did not go through, so I tried your other account and weirdly, it did not go through either. So I checked your profile to see what was going on. Why can’t I message you?!!!

Then I saw the most horrifying post. It said you died last November, right in the middle of my hibernation from social media.

But that can’t be. We spoke on November 5 and I even gave you my alt account in case you wanted to reach me. You even said, “Copy bes!”

I greeted you on Christmas too, but I was so occupied with my own problems that I did not even realize the message never sent. I regret that.

I even remember thinking, “How come Gladys didn’t greet me a happy birthday last January?” Of all the non-greeters, you were the one person I never took offense at because I knew you always remembered. There had to be a reason why you didn’t greet me. I thought, “of course, she must be busy!”

But we always greeted each other every Mother’s Day. Even if you scroll through our history, we never failed to celebrate each other because we were such awesome mothers hahaha!

You were crazy. Everyone knew that. That’s why we loved you. We always remembered you because everything you did was effortlessly funny. We have so many anecdotes about you. Even one of the few conversations we had last year was about pigsa (boils) hahaha. You even had a visual aid! You were hilarious.

I still don’t want to believe you’re gone. Part of me keeps thinking maybe this is just one of your morbid jokes. But no, you were no longer that person. You became mature, hardworking, oh and a health buff!!! You loved life. You enjoyed living. You were no longer that morbid younger woman I met in 2003.

You were the craziest friend I have ever had, and I honestly do not think there will ever be someone like you again.

We may not have spent a lot of time together due to this long distance friendship, but the time we shared was filled with happy memories. And we’ve never stopped talking, until freaking November! I hate it!

Till we meet again, bes. But not too soon, okay? I know you would want me to live long with all the health regimens you kept sending me.

Thank you for being an awesome friend.