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Personal Reflection

Maria Gervais

Today we are celebrating an amazing soul who has moved on to a new and unimaginable adventure.

Amy was my best friend. We used to call each other Buddha. After I decided to speak today, I tried to rack my brain for memories of Buddha, and searched for the perfect words to honor how truly unique and amazing she was, but there are truly no words in existence to describe what Amy contributed to this world.

Amy was as outstandingly intelligent as she was beautiful, and equally as kind. Buddha rarely said a bad word about anyone, and found the good in everyone. She laughed at EVERYTHING and ANYTHING, and once she found something funny, you could reference it years later and still get the same hilarious reaction. Once in Biology class, I tried to hold Buddha's hand before a test for support. I closed my eyes and reached out for her hand...and she slipped me her rough pencil case instead. With my eyes closed, I felt the pencil case and said, "Buddha, you need to moisturize!" She is probably still laughing about that.

Amy was a champion eater, which I loved because I could often keep up with her, and we bonded a lot through our love of food. Amy was hilariously sneaky and would get caught for stupid little things. She once stole powdered doughnuts from Ms. Kay's Spanish class, and when confronted about it, Amy gave a very convincing argument, and (in a very offended tone) insisted she hadn't taken the doughnuts. She told me this story right after it happened, and as she spoke, powdered doughnut crumbs clinged to the sides of her mouth, a dead giveaway! So much for being sneaky, Buddha. Amy and I always got into trouble together. We were partners in crime.

Buddha knew how to party, and was always down for an adventure. She always pushed the envelope, sometimes further than I could reach. She wasn't afraid of straying outside the lines, and I admired her for that.

It pains me that we will never share another adventure, but I know that Amy is where she is supposed to be and she is safe and happy and free of pain. As much as I will miss Buddha, I know that our souls will meet again someday.