Jim and I were two kids growing up in the foothills of North Carolina. We were the best of friends. We did everything together. We even had numerous inside jokes. We very seldom disagreed. When we did, it was always over something stupid. In the end, we would always make up and laugh about how ridiculous we were. Jim and I loved each other in a way that only best friends could. We even had the same birthday. We never thought that we would ever separate, but one day, we did. One day, when we were only twelve, we were riding the bus to go home. Suddenly, the bus slipped on a patch of ice. The next thing I knew, I received a hit to the head, and everything went dark. When I woke up, I looked over at Jim. "Aubrey," he murmured faintly, "are you okay?" I said, "I'm fine. Are you okay?" He said, "I don't think so. I'm in pain here." After a pause he said, "I want to tell you one last thing." I said, "Jim, please don't talk like that. You're going to be okay." He said, "Aubrey, you're the best friend I ever had." All I could do was watch as his life ebbed away. I held my lifeless friend in my arms. I wept like I never wept before. As for me, I had a mild concussion, but it was nothing compared to the pain of losing my best friend. It felt as if a part of me had died. I told my mother, "It's not fair. You're not supposed to lose your best friend at my age." She hugged me and said, "I know, dear. Life isn't fair." I said, "I miss him." She said, "I know you do. I think that Jim would want you to be happy. I'm not saying you can't miss him. I'm not saying don't cry over him. I'm saying that Jim wouldn't want you to be so depressed you can't enjoy life." I found those words comforting, but there were so many things I would have liked to tell Jim, but I never got to tell him. As a result, I slipped into a depression.
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I haven't written any articles on my fan club in a while. I felt like writing a eulogy about my dog, Fluffy. Fluffy was my second female dog. I remember when I got her. My aunt and uncle and I were visiting with my grandmother's sister in Florida. One of her neighbors happened to be breeding Smooth Collie puppies. I took one of them home with me, and I named her Fluffy for the sake of being ironic. She was the most vocal of all the dogs I've had. She was also very motherly. When we adopted Roxy, my Pit Bull, Fluffy accepted the pup as her own. She did the same with my Rottweiler, Stone, and with my newest dog, River. When my first dog, Diesel, passed away, Fluffy grieved more than the other dogs, save for Sadie, my Labrador. Fluffy grieved really hard when we lost Sadie a year ago. Fluffy was really smart, too. She knew hundreds of words and phrases, and I cannot possibly name all of them. I miss her very much, and so does everyone else. I'll never forget her. May she rest in peace.
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She lost a loved one. How do you think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her friends for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.