At any given point something could be taken away from you.
I never really understood what that meant because I always appreciated everything I had.
I always considered myself a grateful person. Until one day something happened I never thought would happen to me before.
I experienced death.
It was the first time I ever felt this pain.
No one close to me ever died.
I met Destinee when I was in 1st grade, I went to Jefferson Elementary and she went to E cook Elementary. The teachers we both had were friends and decided to do penpals between the two classes, so here I am talking to this girl and not knowing who she is until one day they come to our school to meet us and we clicked.  We were friends ever since because it turns out she went to my church too.
Then, in 4th grade, I went to Washington Elementary and she went there too, then Webster Middle, then North High School.
Unexpectedly our journey was cut short because of the enemy, depression.
I remember the whole day like it was a bad dream you can’t forget. 
Part of me wanted to blame myself while the other part of me wanted to blame God.
I started to question my faith in God. All I wanted to know was why.
All the prayers I said and it still wasn’t enough.
I keep thinking about the last time I saw you. How everything seemed like it was okay.
All I can think about was our last conversation. I wish I would’ve known.  
On March 18th, 2016 I lost my friend Destinee to suicide and it changed my life forever.
I never knew it was that bad. I talked to her everyday how couldn’t I see it.
I miss you every day. I’d kill to talk to you again. To tell you how sorry I am and say goodbye.
It turned out she had deeper problems no one knew about. I really wish I would've appreciated Destinee more.
I wish I would of saw through her pain and helped her.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
I believe that this was all in God’s plan and that it was her time to go.
Rip Destinee.