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As I walked in to the room I saw Dolores lying on the bed with such peace on her face as though she were dead. I asked in a joking way, "Is she dead or asleep?" Dolores opened her eyes and said, "No! I am just napping some," then she giggled.

I then told her that she had me a little worried there because she had a strange look on her face I had never seen before. I had come from Modesto to do her hair like she always had me do and it was as if she was with the angels so innocent and pure.

Little did I know that three days latter after my return to Modesto I would get a call from them telling me I needed to come back? Dolores had died and they knew I was close to her and needed me to pick up her daughter on the way.

I could not believe what I was hearing. She was my best friend and really my only friend we had been friends for the last 18 years and were more like sisters than anything else. I had a thing about going to funerals then and even now it is very hard for me. I had always told everyone I would be late to my own funeral if I had my way.

I do not like them and do not want one. Told my children do not have a funeral have a party when I go I want people to be happy not sad because life is to short. I wanted to remember Dolores the way I knew her not the way that she looked in a box.

Dolores and I spent a lot of time together and many of time we had been asked if we were sisters. I would say, "Yes, can't you tell. We are identical twins." Of course that was not true after all she was older than me and of cores her being African American and me being American Indian might had been a little far fetched as well.

We would just laugh it off and go the other way. We did a lot of things together and I helped her get little independents from her boyfriend that he did not mind. She waited for him to take her everywhere and me I could not stand on waiting on anyone.

When her daughter got to be a teenager she helped get her out more as well and they did more than just go to the grocery store once a week. They would go to the movies or we would just get on a bus and ride around for a while.

Dolores even started going to school with me for a while and we worked on getting our degree together. However, I let my mental problems over whelm me and I did not finish nor did Dolores because she was only going because of me.

When I lost her as my friend I thought I would never have a best friend ever again like her and I accepted that for the time being. It was hard to cope with for

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