Ilost my best friend, my youngest daughter Julie on July 8, 2008. Julie was always outgoing and never afraid of anything. She was our tiny dancer and always embraced life, walking a thin line sometimes. She never wanted to be addicted; she just couldn't get away from her dealer. Her boyfriend was her drug dealer. In the end he killed her. Drugs killed her, but he supplied them. She always called me to say, “Good morning, I love you mama.” Julie became addicted to meth at the age of 16. She went in and out of addiction until she died at the age of 22. I still think it is not real, that she will come knocking at the door or call me on the phone. I loved her so much and the piece of me is gone. It has been 10 months since I lost Julie and life will never be the same. I am angry at God for taking her, but I know she is in a better place. A place better than being with the dirt bag she was with here and the addiction she was faced with.