Sorry, just feel I need to get this down somewhere...

I lost my lovely friend S 10 yrs ago today. We had been friends for a couple of years, and she was just the most beautiful (inside and outside) girl. She was intelligent, ambitious, modest, and always the life and soul of any group. All our male friends were in love with her! But she was a real girl's girl, if you know what I mean - a great friend. I found that I was able to become more confident through her friendship. She meant so much to me, and to lots of people.

Then she was suddenly caught up in the horror of the Ladbroke Grove crash... She was on her way to work. So many times I've wished I could have somehow known, and made her miss that train. But it doesn't work like that. She was so badly injured. She lived for a while, but they had to keep her sedated. We never got to see her awake again. All her friends spent so much time with her, but we couldn't do anything for her. Her body had to give up.

I spent so long crying about it. When, after a few years, I realised that I wasn't crying every day, or even every week, I thought I was betraying her. Now I've realised it's 10 yrs today. The tears just poured.

That's all, I think. I love you sweetheart.