Dear ladykybele.

#BramptonTweetup — La Spaziale S9 EK

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

Husband. Father. Storyteller. Calling the Great White North his home, Casey Palmer the Canadian Dad spend his free time in pursuit of the greatest content possible. Thousand-word blog posts? Snapshots from life? Sketches and podcasts and more—he's more than just a dad blogger; he's working to change what's expected of the parenting creators of the world. It's about so much more than just our kids. When Casey's not creating, he's busy parenting, adventuring, trying to be a good husband and making the most of his life! Casey lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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