Valarie

Thursday, September 15, 2011, I found out that my aunt died in a head on car wreck Wednesday night. As if that didn't suck enough, I found out via facebook.
Her name was Valarie Robertson Payne, and she wasn't really my aunt. She was my biological father's best friend, the sister he always wanted because he didn't like my mother.
She was amazing.
I can't even begin to describe how much she meant to me, and I hate that I hadn't made any time to call her in the last few months. She was always there for me, no matter what was going on. She came and picked me up one night after I got into a fight with my mother.
Valarie was...the best.
Her death hit me hard, and I'm just now feeling the full effects.
I'll never hear her voice again, never hear her tell me how much she loves me, how much I mean to her.
It's going to be a long time before I can fully accept that she's gone, and not coming back.
She meant so much to me, still does.
She'll always hold a special place in my heart, and I'll always miss her.