April Marie Kramer became a victim of suicide when she was just 27 years young. I’ve always thought “everything happened for a reason”, but it’s hard to believe that anymore. She was my best friend and she will never be replaced. Beautiful, funny, so smart, and just perfect, she was so loved by so many people. She was tiny but had a huge presence. She loved dying her hair bright colors and taking in stray animals. Without her, there will never be another April.
Puella Quam Amo Est Pulchra- Bright Eyes