May afterlife treat you better than anyone here ever did. Fly high, scrunchie.
One hour I'm excited to play with her, the next I'm talking with duckington and Brookie, the next I've heard it all. Life goes numb, and things are blurry, urges comeback, and I fell asleep from exhaustion before my will. I'm sorry to others experiencing this loss, I knew her well and I'm trying to process still. Goodbye, friend. You'll be missed.
