my hero.

life is not measured by the amount of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away. <3

her name was emily rose. and about fourteen months ago, she passed away. she was fourteen and one of the most active girls i knew. her favorite sport was soccer. she collapsed unexpectedly on the soccer field, blue in the face. i couldn't bear to go to the hospital and see her like that. i'd much rather remember her as the strong, beautiful girl i always knew.

i know she cant read them, but i write letters to her almost everyday. she made the biggest of my problems seem so insignificant, and ever since she passed my life has seemed so much more difficult. we could talk for hours about nothing. and even though it happened over a year ago, i still think about her everyday of my life. it feels like it was just yesterday that me and her were getting in trouble together. she was not only my cousin, but my bestfriend. she was one of the funniest people i have ever met, and i bet i could find more than a few people to back me up on that. she meant a lot to me, and still does.

each year, our family holds an annual 5k in her memory. there has only been two so far, but i know she'd be proud of us.

her death caused me to think a lot about religion and god and whatever. i was never a stong believer in god as it is, and this just proved my point. there is no god, because i can't see any reason why she would have to die so young. i don't she his logic, or what she did to deserve to die. she wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in. and everyone says they don't care what people think of them, but everyone that i know that says that does actually care what people think. she deffinately did not. she was not afraid to speak her voice. and that's why she has always been my hero.

people says things always happen for a reason, but what the hell is the reason for this? because i can't think of one.