This morning, I was awoken by a text message a 6:15am. It was particularly strange, as I set my text alert volume low so I don’t hear them when I sleep.
I roll over to my phone, and read that Rachel passed away that morning in Cape Town.
I’ve been awake ever since. I don’t really know what to do. Or say. Or think. To those that knew her, and to those that thought that they knew her. You were all right and you were all wrong. Rachel was an enigma and I’m proud to call her my friend. Whatever that means.