I'm Ezra, Vendredi's boyfriend of four years. I loved her so much.
Vendredi was a walking ray of sunshine to everybody she knew, especially including me. Every single minute I knew her, she was making somebody smile — from silly antics, teasing her friends or siblings, to just being there for her friends and family. I knew her more than most people, and I got to see the sides of her that I loved so much.
Ever since I met her at Cane Bay High School with her friends, we immediately clicked and became best of friends. She virtually changed who I was as a person, turning me from a social outcast that barely spoke to people to somebody just like her — happy and willing to make friends. Knowing she suffered through similar mental struggles as me was also a key contributor to our friendship.
Through the five years I knew her and four years that we were together, we've shared so many memories — from the candy cane sharpening on the school bus before Winter break, to doing my makeup for the first time and painting my lips black, to the inside jokes about anything being biscuits. She just made everyone's life a little happier.
The day I found out, it felt like everything was ripped away from me. It's painful not having a good morning text to wake up to, or not having someone to talk to.
Knowing the struggles that I helped her with for so long were unfortunately the struggles that took her life, I wish nobody has to go through these same struggles — including the parents of those children.
I loved her so much. She loved me. And everybody she knew loved her, including her friends and family. Gone too soon, she'll be missed every passing minute of my life, and every minute of everybody else's.
The world feels colder without the ray of sunshine that is Vendredi Godfrey.