Loving the Alaskan Life

Everyone dreams about their wedding day from a young age. It's supposed to be one of the best days of  your life. Getting the two families together to create One big, happy family. You dream of your father walking you down the isle and handing you off to your soon-to-be husband, and dreaming of the father-daughter dance. No one from my side of the family went to my wedding.. not my parents or my brother, they live in another state and couldn't make it... My uncle, who lives on the same small island as me, didn't go. But here's the thing about my uncle, the day before my wedding I went to where he works and had talked to him for a little while. I told him that I wanted him at the court house and the reception afterwards.  He promised me he would be there, telling me he would see me the following night. As the day of my wedding arrived, I was so excited. I knew my parents couldn't make it, so what I did was Skype my parents as me, my,then, soon-to-be husband, and hi...

The day started out like any other day, helped my husband get ready for work, took my dog outside so she could potty, and had  my morning cup of coffee. While I drank my coffee I scrolled through Facebook and found the page of a friend I have been searching years to find. Immediately I sent her a friend request and a message telling her that I found her page through a mutual friend of ours, and I asked if she remembered me. I asked her that because the last time I had spoken to her was almost 9 years ago, we went to a middle school together. Not to long after I messaged her, I got a message back. She knew who I was, and asked if I had heard about what had happened to the mutual friend of ours.  I had no clue... He took his own life... It took me hours to stop crying..and I'm still trying to process the news..  I wish I would have kept in contact with my friends up in the mountains in Colorado.  I wish i could go back in time and tell him how much he meant to ...