It was the end of November 2015 That my dear friend took her own life in her bed room. She kissed her two sons good bye, they would have thought it was a good night kiss. I knew she had recently broke up with her boy friend at the time, this would have been the second time they had split up in say a two year timeline. She was 35 and had been single in the years i knew her 7 + years. When we met she had just moved back to Christchurch from the west coast after breaking up with her boys father. Only just got her learner licence and she made the move over all on her on. You see i met my friend in a chat rm on our vodafone cell phones. Think it was called south central. Any way long story short she asked me in chat if id like a puff(weed) I said yes but a real one not a cyber one lol . Cause at the time i knew she was living in the west coast. She told me she had moved to Christchurch ,so i gave her my address and it turns out she moved not far from me. This would be the start of a very close friendship of 8 years. She was 27 when i met her i was 10 years older. I still remember the day she drove up my drive way for the very first time while im waiting at my front door to let her in. Who would know the future we would have, Earthquakes, stay overs, Christmas dinners with our families and birthday parties with our children. During our friendship my friend remand single, as for me, Had a partner, and he too became close to her, and the three of us got on really well. She to him was like the sister he never had, Him being raised with four brothers, as for me the little sister i never had as “im the youngest in my family.