Our Emy

Emily:

We have countless memories of hysterical laughter, crying, and anger, but mostly laughter. We grew up together. We watched our childhood carelessness turn into very strange and uncomfortable teenage issues. We had each other; providing a safety net, in your presence I felt normal/understood, comfortable, worry-free, open, happy even omits the others. We did EVERYTHING together, (literally everything) liked the same boys, hated the same girls, had the same strange sense of humor, fought about who’s music was better, all making us closer, and stronger human beings. You taught me a lot about myself, and the world. Emily showed me what love really means; and her strength never ceased to amaze me. She was without a doubt, the only person I could call in the middle of the night crying and expect an answer with open ears to my stupid problems. She had nothing but love and the purest urge to help others.

We developed our own language, and when other people tried to use it we got mad because nobody could do it right, it was only funny to us. You are my sister and my true best friend. You knew me like the back of your hand and we could finish each other’s sentences. We could always tell when the other person was lying, and you could even tell me what my own problem was before I knew. I have never had so many good, stomach aching laughs than the ones shared with you.

One of our favorite hysterical laughing attacks… the bee, Sitting on my roof, having one of our amazing deep conversations, when a bee buzzes by and I spit and got him right on the butt, he plunged down and we lost it, and you peed all over my roof. This is the last story I remember telling someone together.

We have countless breakthrough moments, resulting in so much trouble, but we always found ourselves coming back to each other, no matter how bad the issue.

Your house was my house, and my house was your house. Every time I would knock on her door, she would get so mad and tell to just come in. So many binge-sleepovers, I felt so safe and comfortable at your house, (which is where I was throughout most of high school), staying up late with Hanna, playing board games, being weird, talking and making each other laugh, hiding from tornadoes in your mom’s room behind the door, your dad trying to calm us down. Staying up so many days at a time we got stupid, making such weird videos and posting them to YouTube. Listening to your beautiful poems was one of my favorite things about coming over.

The smallest things made us crack-up, so we ended up with a book of inside jokes. Constantly had each others’ backs, through the ups and downs, through the thick and thin, I love you more than I could ever put into words, and I’m staying strong for you because you always did for me, and I know in my heart that’s what you would want me to do. Rest easy and I’ll see you soon.

~Love, Your Best Friend.

Madelyn Grainger