Dear ladykybele.

I can’t believe you’re gone. I mean… I know we always talked about how much of a bitch life was… and how tough it was to live… but I never expected you to leave so soon. I mean… I guess I always thought we were immortal or something—ready to take on the world as soon as all the bullshit had made its way past us. But never this…

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you as much as I should have been lately—granted, I was always busy with school and work and whatever… but I should have been in touch more. I know that you realize these things more after it’s too late, but… fuck. I mean… I always wanted to be a good friend to you, because you were always a great person. I remember how happy I was that you were happy that I smuggled candy to you from Canada. Fuzzy Peaches. Ha.

You were one of the few people who were never afraid to let me know that they actually cared, and I always loved you for that. I don’t even know what to say. I guess… all that’s left for me to do is to do what you wanted me to. To do what I feel is right for me and to do well at it. I’ll do that for you if I can’t do anything else.

Hopefully, you’re in a happier place wherever your essence has travelled. Love always.

–case p.y

R.I.P. Christine Lotz. February 3rd, 1981—January 7, 2004.

By Casey E. Palmer

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey‘s spent the last few decades in pursuit of creating killer content. From novels as a kid, comics as a teen, to blogs and photos once he could grow a beard, he’ll use whatever’s around him to create amazing stuff.

When he’s not creating, he’s parenting, exploring and trying to make life as awesome as possible for everyone around him.

Because a boring life’s not a life worth living!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *