Derek is a strange bloke who lives in a strange place called Ireland, and he makes a living writing strange books. You may have heard of them if you live within that cluster of rocks in the northern region of Europe. He is the author of the brilliant Skulduggery Pleasant series. (On a side note, not to inflate his already unbelievable ego, but you need to read this series. Seriously.)
He runs a blog here --> dereklandy.blogspot.com
It's highly entertaining and I love reading it. Aside from his most recent post. Which brings me to the topic I sat down to write about.
Derek is an awesome person. Because of these damn books, I have the best friends I could have ever asked for, I have a second family that I love and cherish more than I could ever describe in words. I've established a love for reading because of this series. And I've grown from these books too. I went from a shy, timid twelve-year-old who would hide in the library at lunch who grew into the confident and out going person that I am today. Countless nights I've stayed up reading and rereading these stories. Laughing until I couldn't breathe or until I was crying so hard I couldn't see.
But right now, all I have to say is, Derek, I'm sorry. I truly am.
I know you're going to hear that a lot for a while but I mean it.
You lost a pet... or rather, a friend.
I... I'm kind of at a loss for words but, I know exactly what you're going through. It hurts. It's painful. Ali was more than a dog, more than a pet. I get that and honestly, after reading about Ali, that little hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach that I thought was gone, is starting to ache again.
One year and 10 months ago, I lost my friend too. It doesn't get easier, in fact it never really goes away. That may not sound comforting right now, giving how fresh your wound is, but it's the most comforting thing I can think of to say. Only because, when the grief of losing a friend like this hurts so bad and cuts so deep that you know the scar left behind will never go away, it means that the bond you two had was something truly, truly special. Cherish that.
Sincerely,
a very devoted Ameriminion,
Ashley
April 30, 1984 - December 9, 2011
Awww... thank you Ashley. I'm going to keep on missing her and I don't mind that at all. Missing someone you love is the price you pay for loving them in the first place, and I reckon that's a good price to pay.
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