Today was Tiffany's visitation. I didn't go. My parents said I could, but I finally said "NO". I'll miss Tiffany. She was my friend. However, I couldn't bare to go. I didn't want to remember her dead. I want my last memories of her to be of her alive. I didn't want to remember her as a dead friend. I want to remember her the way she was.

Tomorrow is the funeral. I'm not going. However, I DO care. All my prayers go out for her family. Most of my thoughts right now, have her in them. Someday, I will visit her grave. I will say my goodbyes to her stone.

Until then, I don't want to remember her as dead. I want to remember her alive.