It was the day she looked forward to.
I can imagine her reaction to all the rainbows. She loved rainbows. Tye dye. Bright colours.
Oh, how much she would have loved to see facebook lit of rainbow.
Oh, how happy she would have been to see that marriage was finally legal. To see love win. To see us finally stepping in the right direction.
I found out about gay marriage and not even a full hour later, I found out that Beth was dead.
I found out the friend who loved Peeps and Rainbow and Tye Dye was gone.
The friend who I could say “hippos” and knew exactly what I meant.
The friend who we could assess each other’s moods in Princess Bride and RENT quotes.
The friend who I could text with random shit.
The one who I could blow through thousands of texts in a month. Gone
The one who shared my love for Muppets and Sesame Street and Doctor Who. The one who finally convinced me to watch Buffy and Firefly.
The one who would stay up with me and chat with me in the hospital.
She kept me company when I was sick.
I kept her company when she was sick.
We kept each other company when we were both sick.
She could read me like a book.
We both supported each other.
For our mental health.
For cutting toxic people out of our lives.
We were there.
Some days, my only laugh of the day came from the wild and wacky convos from Beth.
And now where will those days come? Who will make me laugh those days?
And right now, I am thousands of miles from home. From Minnesota. Even further, than usual, from Colorado. My friend Stephanie told me that I’m in the best place I could be right now – that I’m in Australia and whatnot. That I’m surrounded by people I love and who love me, vs being locked in my apartment alone. But it doesn’t make this any easier.
But I lost a member of my family of choice.
What kind of fucking victory is that?