Dear Tiffany,
Today, T posted in our old junior leadership Facebook group messenger wishing us a Happy Thanksgiving. No one I cared about said anything important, but your sister updated us that you were back in the hospital. I had a scary feeling all month that this time it was serious with you. I deleted my Twitter one year ago but I still checked up on you all the time. If you tweeted, it meant you were-- I hate to say this, but...alive.
I know you recently went to the mainland to try and find another treatment for your condition. When you left and came back, that was one of the last times I asked you about your health. So when you didn't tweet for majority of November, I was getting worried about you. I wanted to rush down to the hospital so badly, but I had no idea how to figure out where you were. I didn't even know if I was welcome to stop by either, so I kept my distance. It wasn't until your sister notified us on Facebook when I was finally able to breathe. You were still here on this Earth. You hadn't gone anywhere, and I happily prayed to God for sparing you another day.
Right when I found out what happened with you, I decided to wait a few days because I didn't know if you were awake to check your messages yet. I just started my new job as an A+ leader, but I still wanted to reach out to you just so I can ask if you were okay and what happened. Sometimes I'd wait hours until you replied, but other times I waited a full day or two until you replied back, but I understood it because you were still recovering. Still, I was willing to wait for you no matter how long it was going to take. I just wanted to talk to you to make sure you were okay like I always have.
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