14 April 2004
Carmelle Krauss
All those who knew me growing up, knew I wasn't the most feminine person out there. Well, after giving up to the fact that I was a maturing female, I made my first 2 awesome female friends right away. One of them was Debi, and the other, Carrie. I can't count the endless hours spent on her trampoline, baking thousands of brownies in her kitchen, and the times we made fun of Cher for having a manly voice. Or maybe what I love best, when I think of her smiling face and active hands, was eighth grade Dr. Cole's Science Class. We would constantly be told to sit down and end our Meter Stick Fencing competitions. Or told to be quiet since we talked incessantly, despite the fact we sat in the front row, right in front of the teacher.
I love the fact that when I think of Carrie, I see her face and reminded of how lucky I am to be able to hold her in my heart day in and out. My only regrets were not coming back to visit more often after I moved from our beloved King Lab class, and secondly, that I never really just called her to talk. After all she did, helping me when I was sick, I could have at least been there more for her. Carrie, I wanted to apologize for not being there and not calling, but I know you would tell me to stop being stupid.
I still have letters from Freshman year when we attempted to keep in touch on a weekly basis, I have a message in my year book telling me to call her once a week at least, and I even have all the note cards she made from Spanish class. They are multicolored and in perfect handwriting. I always envied her handwriting. I have pictures, I have letters, I have lots of memories. Maybe best of all, knowing that she no longer walks on this world, I love the fact that I still have so many friends that I see Carrie in. When I see them, I think of our old group, including Carrie, and that to me is something death can never take away.