I remember that whenever I called her, instead of saying “Hi” or “Hello,” she would start laughing happily. Her laughter was so contagious that I would immediately start laughing as well. This was our chemistry, our special zest for life, our secret weapon and magic wand for eternal friendship.

I remember her favorite joke: “Melikova (my surname), imagine we are old and wrinkly, and you call me and ask, ‘Do you remember my name?’ and I would answer, ‘Do you need it urgently?’” It makes me sad that we will not grow old and wrinkly together and that I will never hear her joyful and carefree laughter again. At the same time, I am ever so grateful that for my best 23 years, I had her in my life.

The things we did together, the beautiful places we traveled, the crazy adventures and funny encounters—all the fond memories of raising children together, sharing friends, and celebrating birthdays, Christmases, and International Women’s Day, along with career achievements—the list is endless.

Kamola, rest in peace, my dear friend. You are in the company of the two people you loved so much—your grandfather and grandmother. I know they will take good care of you.

And I will see you when my time comes, so we can laugh together again❤️