Yesterday was four months since you passed away and I still can’t believe it. I know we haven’t been on the best of terms in the last few years but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t think about you or how you were doing or that I didn’t want to call you on every October 5th to wish you a happy birthday.
The last time we spoke was not the best of conversations and I have to admit that you did frighten me because your behavior had become so erratic. For my own safety, I felt it was best to keep our distance but now that you are gone, I wish that we didn’t.
I cried a lot over your passing, I am sure you saw. It was hard to really come to the realization that you were gone. John, Chris and I stayed up all night to create three huge collages for your wake, it was nice to see you smiling in those pictures and good to reminisce about all the good times we shared with you. It meant a lot to me to make those collages for you and I am so happy I was able to show you off.
I have no doubt that living with Cystic Fibrosis was difficult. I couldn’t even imagine what you must have went through everyday coping with it. You are truly an inspiration to all though, you never let it stop you from living. You lived on the edge and sometimes it was damn close to the edge but you never let it stop you and so many people are so proud of you for that.
I know that we had many ups and downs in the time that we knew each other but I am so grateful that I met you, that I knew you, that I loved you. I know I did some hurtful things and I am sure you know now how badly I feel about it and I know that the things you did in return were in anger as well and I forgive you, of course.
We had some really good times, too. Stephen, you taught me a lot when I met you and you taught me a lot more when you left. We I met you, I was 19 years old and confused about who I was and who I wanted to be. You made me see who I was and made me realize that is who I wanted to be. You let me enjoy the simple things I always wanted to enjoy but I was always people who judged me. You watched The Cosby Show with me every night, you stayed over until I was falling asleep, you would always surprise me with thought things and when you looked at me, I knew you really cared. I’ll never forget one spring evening, we went to a park and you pushed me on the swings and you just enjoyed the moment with me. That day I realized that I was okay. It was okay to like simplicity, it was okay to enjoy life like this. You used to drive down from Maryland every weekend and stay over my dad’s house just so we could see each other while you were away at school. You always made a big effort to be with me and you tried so hard to make me happy during that time.
My heart tightens in my chest when I think about how I won’t be able to randomly bump into you somewhere anymore. Twenty-seven years old, that hurts but I don’t thinking about you and your life and the impact that you made on me. I am sorry we never had a chance to say goodbye and that the goodbyes we had a few years ago were not the greatest. I know that you are watching and I know that you know how I feel. I hope you are happy, content and have the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders. I have so much to say but I will save it for the next letter I send to you.
“Yea Yea” Lisa