Six months on from losing my best friend

It still doesn't feel real most mornings. I open my phone to text her about something silly maybe twice a week. Then I remember. Some days I am okay. I work, I cook, I laugh at a thing on the radio. Other days I am ambushed by a song or a smell or someone who looks a little like her from behind, and I have to sit down on a bench for ten minutes and breathe. Pray for the small ambushes. They keep coming and I am told they get further apart but never gone. Pray for our friend group too — we are still figuring out what we are without her at the centre of the table. #emotional