"kedda happy meal"

When I lost a loved one, in the beginning it wasn't so much a matter of moving on, as it was about getting through the day. What always helped me was that "get-through-each-day" thinking that seemed to come naturally. And with the help of these two precious friends, I got through with it. I gave my mind a chance to rest from the grief and just thought of neutral or pleasant things. Being with them helped me a lot. We had our strengths and weaknesses, and we all exhibited our emotions differently. How we acted at work, and how we are as friends. They seem peaceable enough, but disrespect them and they will kick your a**. We also had our bad times. For some reason, I can't help but love them anyway, always. It's not finding similarities, it's about respecting differences. Even though we had our differences, we always seemed optimistic, cheerful and happy, confident in our actions, envied by others, and enjoyed spontaneous activities. Those happy memories will always be cherished. And thanks to them this added a bright spot to my life.

 To SL, one I can be alone with and not be able to think of anything to say and be comfortable with the silence. Thank you. To Beb, though miles may lie between us, you are never far apart. You will always be in my heart.  I missed you "keda happy meal a.k.a. seb! imo na".