For the last 3 years of college I have lived with my roommates Eleonay, Nichole and Sara. We formed a sort of family living on our own. Knew things about each other that we probably did not want to know, but no matter what it came down to, we knew, our friendships, were for life.
On October 9, 2008 (my birthday of course) I was woken up by a text message that confirmed my worst nightmare. A message that I had to read 5 times to understand. A message that has changed my life as I had known it.
One of my best friends, and roommate of 3 years, Sara Weakly, was killed in a car accident. What? This isn’t happening. Not to me, not to us, couldn’t be real. But it was, it was painfully real. I was told ( I don’t remember that morning at all) that I just sat there and screamed that I had to bring her back. She wasn’t coming back, and my world was never going to be the same.
I want the world to know who she was. I want the world to know one of the best people who I have ever met. I have never in my life felt this feeling, this empty, this numb. However in the midst of trying to figure out the whys and the hows of this unbearable situation, I am more determined than ever to have her memory live on.
Sara was a life force. She radiated beauty and confidence. She has inspired me in the wake of her death to live my life the way she lived hers. See, Sara just lived. It is as simple as that. She walked around in life like she was walking on air.
I can remember meeting her for the first time. We were both high school Seniors visiting our college for a program we had joined. It was like I was drawn to her presence. She pulled you in, and it was in an instant that you were her friend. At least it was for me. Being her friend, was the greatest gift I have ever been given. She chose me. How lucky am I?
Sara had this I’m-going-to-do-what-I want-when-I-want attitude, and that she did. She didn’t care about petty bullshit or what people thought of her.
All my life I have hated confrontation, hated telling people what I think, or what I would prefer, not anymore. I’m done letting the world walk over me, and it is because of Sara. I am going to let her memory live on in me and I hope that whoever reads this, if anyone reads this, that you too, will live like you have nothing to lose. And as cliche as it might sound, live everyday like it is your last. Sara had no clue that night she got into her car, that it would be her last.
On October 9, 2008 the world lost someone so special,so rare,someone I am forever better for. Here’s to you Sara, thanks for choosing me to love you. I will do it forever.
