Seven Years.

Seven years ago on November 13, 2004 was the last time that I got up on a stage and performed. That morning I was exhausted from the night before. It was Carver@Vagavbond and I was doing a monologue about an islamic woman who was chosen to be a suicide bomber.

BUt the night before I had gotten an email. It was a long day, between school and rehearsals for another show. I was exhausted. Something just was not feeling right. And then I came back to my dorm room to an email from Richard. He said there had been complications. And she was gone. It had happened November 11, 2004.

And just like that she was gone.

never again would I come home to my dorm room to find she had waited up for me. Or would I wake up to an email from her. On valentine’s day of the next year she would have left one last gift….

Seven years.

On thursday night of this week I was out with friends after seeing a show. I leaned over to one of them and quietly whispered (without dropping my smile): "tomorrow is seven years since Amber died. I am telling you this because I can’t hold it inside by myself." my friend hugged me, and we went back to sipping our drinks.

Amber, I will always miss you, drummer girl. always.