When I was in grade nine I met Maggie. She was a little different to say the least, but she was interesting. We quickly became close friends. We spent all day at school together then came home and spent all night on the phone together. My other friends couldn't figure out why I was spending so much time with this new girl, but I guess I could see something in her that they couldn't. Being in grade nine, in a huge new school where we didn't know many people, we both shared the feeling of being alone and an outsider. Our love for all things silly and everything black we were naturally drawn together. Shortly after we had become friends, I pierced my navel. Maggie asked me to do hers too, so we got out the rubbing alcohol and a kilt pin (it was the only thing we could find the right size, but it is not recommended to try this). Just as we were ready to pierce her, she chickened out, and I don't really blame her.
At A Glance Author kasper Contact [email protected] When A month ago Over time Maggie and I unfortunately drifted apart. I don't really remember why, I know that we had a fight about something. I think both of us were just too stubborn to make the first move to patch things up. A mistake I regret. Another one of lives lessons.
I ran into her a few years ago at a tattoo place where I had went to get my nose pierced. She was working there and by the looks of it, she had quickly gotten over her fear of someone putting sharp objects through her flesh.
About a month ago I got a phone call when I got home from work that change my life forever. My best friend called to tell me that we had lost Maggie. She died July 18. I struggled with a lot of feelings of regret. I wished that I had found away to make things right between her and I. I wished that I had somehow let her know that her friendship was something that really meant a lot to me. I went to her funeral and was very happy to see the amount of people that showed up. Obviously, mine wasn't the only life she had touched in her own special way. They played the songs "silent Lucidity", "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" and "Angel". It brought back memories of her and I in her room listening to the Black Crowes song "She Talks to Angels". Maggie sitting in her little cubby hole putting on all her black makeup. Making a point to everyone that saw her not to judge people on their appearances but to look deep inside someone and see them for who they truly are.
The reason I am sharing this story is because I recently learned that Maggie spent a lot of time on this website, attended the barbeques, and make a lot of friends through this website. It gave her a place to vent her frustrations and write her thoughts. By writing this, I am hoping that the people she formed friendships with on here, will have the chance to read it and know that Maggie didn't forget about you, she just can't write to you anymore. Maggie cherished every friendship she made. Her friends meant the world to her. She appreciated even the smallest things people did for her, if you've ever read her writings you'll know that is true.
I hope I never hear anyone say that Maggie was a weak person for the way she left us. Maggie was the furthest thing from being weak. She was truly the strongest person to ever touch my life. She was a fighter. Every day she fought to be the person she wanted to be instead of being what society standards said she should be. Unfortunately Maggie was also made to feel that she had to fight for the love and affection that she deserved. Maggie was the kind of person that would do anything she had to do to put her friends in a better mood. There were many times that I would be in a bad mood on the way home from school, and Maggie would whip out this silly little elf hat she had, put it on and start singing to me. If that didn't work she would take out her mini handcuff keychain. She'd use the tiny little handcuffs to lock both of our thumbs together, and they'd have to stay that way until I would smile. Maggie was a wonderful person who will be terribly missed. A lot of people com e and go through your life. Maggie was one of those special people that aren't easily forgotten. Sometimes I wonder if she even realized how she changed people. In her own ways she was a role model. She was someone to be admired. She was a courageous person. It just came naturally for her to be a good person and a wonderful friend. Maggie, until we meet again, know that you are missed and loved by many.