Hey, I’m Serenity Froggé.
My best friend passed away yesterday, June 6, 2025. She was 22 years old; her birthday was last month. The way she passed away was peaceful. She was having fun, and she had an accident. It was quick and painless.
Her mother will be doing a memorial for her sometime at the end of this month, and I need to go. I need to celebrate her life with our friends and with her family. I just can’t miss this.
She was the most remarkable woman. She was so kind and mature and alive. She moved fearlessly through the world and went wherever life took her. She fell in love with a wonderful person, and she was just a little version of her own mother. She loved the punk lifestyle; she went to concerts, she ate pizza, she was a strong feminist, she loved crystals and black cats and funky fairy tattoos. She was brave, and she was HILARIOUS. Anyone who met her fell in love with her instantly. She gave so much of herself to others; people would take advantage of it and hurt her for it, but she never let it stop her because she was just so damn generous and good. Anytime I needed her, she would show up right away, and she would give so much. Anytime I needed to talk, she was always there. She was my best friend, and I loved her so much. I don’t know how I can keep going without her beside me, backing me up on everything I do, encouraging me and lifting me up as she always, always did. Everything I’ve ever experienced in life that was hard for me, everything I suffered through with family, friends, boys, school, anything, she was right next to me picking up the little pieces. I need to be there for her this night. I don’t know what the actual date is just yet; it’s still being planned, but the cheapest round flight I could find between the 24th-30th would be $936 on Expedia. I don’t know where I’m going to stay when I come to Washington, but I’ll figure something out, I’m sure. I have to. I put a little more on here, I think $1,200, but that’s because I might have to Uber to the airport and back; I’m not sure yet, and I’ll have to feed myself and all. I’ll be losing money from work doing this; they might even fire me, but I really hope they understand that I need to do this. I don’t think they will. But anything will help me; I don’t have any of the money I need to afford this. I’m already missing work to grieve. Let me see my best friend away, please.
Thank you so much. I feel weird asking for this, but it’s too important to me. I really, really, really don’t want to miss this.