Quinn Keana Dala

My sunshine.

Well, I was told we were allowed to choose our own topic, if we so please. In this case, I would like to dedicate (at least one) of my blogs posts to my bestfriend in all the cosmos. Her name is Quinn Dala, I can still tell you her street address and phone number from when we met in 6th grade. We both just moved into the same neighborhood. She actually lived right behind me, I could see her house from mine over the lake. We instantly became attached at the hip. She was such an amazing artist, in so many ways. She played the piano and painted as often as she could. Always improving. Never failing to impress me. She came from a wonderful Hungarian family that loved to feed me all of this amazing food that I'd never heard of before. I loved them so much. They were my escape whenever anything was wrong. Quinn and I ended up staying friends throughout grade school, even when I moved back to Live Oak to live with my mom. We still called each other every night, and vented about our days. I still visited, just to stay at her house for a few weeks.

June 8th, 2013 Quinn got into a motorcycle accident. I woke up to a few texts from my friends saying that she had gotten into a really bad accident with a friend of mine, but I didn't believe it. If anything, I was almost angry, that my friends would think it's funny to mess with me like that. There was no possible way, that the girl I basically spent 6 years of my life with, was gone. No. Way. Nope. Not Quinn. Not yet. But, evidently enough, this was no horrible dream I would wake up from. Reality hit, and anger shifted. This was real. That month was pretty much a blur. Everything happened very fast, and seemed like I was in a dream.
I'm so grateful we were apart of each other's journey through life. I can't even put into words the love I have for this girl. We've experienced everything to the moon and back together. Rest in paradise, my everlasting love.