Hey Kara

Hey Kara, I was at TQ’s place this weekend; one of many places that makes me think of you. I was remembering when stupid Kiley thought it would be a good idea to jump off of Tim’s diving board onto your nose. I highly doubt that this is your most fond memory, but I always end up thinking of the funniest things when I think of you. Like when you told me I looked like a loser with an earing, so you were like “I’m taking it out and that’s all there is to it.” You will be happy to know that I haven’t worn one since — see I was actually listening more than half the time. One of my favorite days was right before graduation when I was stressing out about what I was going to do considering I couldn’t really find think of anything that people would pay me to do, and we were lying on the grass, you basically told me to shut up, that i had nothing to worry about and that it wasn’t such a big deal because I had plenty of time to figure it out. Good advice by the way. For a long time every time Tim or DJ or Luca or I mentioned your name, to be honest, I just would get so sad that I really had to think about you in frequent but small doses. It’s no less painful these days, but I much more likely not to feel bad about laughing about some of the really funny moments we had. And lately, I have been thinking about you more than I allowed myself before: how much I loved being with you and how much your friends loved you and how much people who hardily even knew you loved you. There really isn’t any other way of saying this, I just really really miss you.