11/16/06

Brittany Norcross,

Man, this is so hard. I just can't accept the fact that you're gone. Everyday when I walk into school, I'm expecting to see you walk down that hall with that smile on your face, but not anymore. No longer will I see that smiling face of yours. It's hard, I've experienced death before, but this is something different. I got over the last death within a few days. It has been a few days since you left us… and it just gets worse.

Everyone tells me that this is a lesson to be learned, but it's hard to learn when your good friend just passed away. I hated getting that phone call Saturday when you died. My mom was upset, but my brother was in a worse condition because we weren't really sure that you had actually passed. It's hard to survive a head on collision against a tracker-tailor… or as many know it as an 18 wheeler. When I was told that you and Kevin had hit a tracker-tailor… I knew you were gone. Torn away from me just as quickly as I got you.

Ever since then, I haven't been myself. I've been bitchy, cold hearted, and down right mean. And my friends have been picking up on it. Last night, a good friend of mine IMed me, asking if there was anything that he could do for me, to try to make me feel better. There's absolutely nothing that he could've done, unless he can bring you back to me…

I remember the last thing that I said you: "Beat up that bitch, and take back your man." One of my other good friends told me that it was a good goodbye. But here's the problem… it's not a goodbye. I know I was encouraging you to do something but… that's not what it feels like. I should've said goodbye, since I was leaving for Florida the very next day. I just can't believe I didn't say goodbye.

Sometimes, no, all the time, I think about last year and how we goofed off in English class and Mrs. Mathieu would get so pissed at us. I also remember that night when you, Kwame, and Jen came over my house to hang out with me and my brother. We were playing a game. All the lights were out in the house and we were hiding, and you had to come find us. I remember that I was hiding in the computer room when all of a sudden, I hear you scream. When I came out, Kwame was on the floor laughing, my brother and Jen too because Kwame had came flying out of the basement doorway scaring the living shit out of you, that was a good time. The one thing that really gets to me is that, just one year ago, on November 11, 2005… I only had one more year to be with you. I should've made it count.

But why am I complaining? You're in a better place now, and you're with your father, I bet that counts. You're probably the happiest angel that heaven has, and the prettiest. Just save me a spot up there will ya? One right next to you.

If tear drops could build a staircase and memories a lane, I'd go straight up to heaven and bring you back with me.

Saying goodbye is never an easy thing… but I'm going to say it since I never got the chance too…. Goodbye to a special girl,

Rest in peace, girl. Love ya.

Brittany Irene Norcross

February 23, 1991 – November 11, 2006

We'll miss you, but you'll always be in our hearts…