I remember when it happened. I remember being a bit taken aback. I remember laughing a little from shock before breaking down onto the floor. I remember my childhood friend had slept over that night despite us being grown up. I remember my mothers face when she told me. I remember my brother sitting right next to her holding her hand while moving his thumb back and forth. I remember that it was a Saturday morning. I remember despite the tears falling from my eyes, thinking about how awkward my friend will feel when I tell her. I remember going back into bed and thinking we knew this was coming so why is it so hard now that it's here. I remember waking up the next day and not remembering what happened right away. I remember getting out of bed and calling people I've never spoken to, to invite them. I remember my mothers panic attack when we got to the cemetery. I remember my father helping here back up and calming her down. I remember sweating in the heat while the rabbi spoke....