I dreamed about you last night, Laura, and this morning I can't stop crying.

You were doing a show and someone else was singing the verses, and I had to keep reminding you to go on for the choruses. Your brother was there (you don't have a brother). I knew this was the last time, and I kept taking pictures to remember you by, to remember the moment.

Then I saw you as a toddler in a onesie and you rushed the camera with the biggest open-mouthed grin in the whole world.

I miss you, my friend.