Lizzie

Elizabeth was born on November 21, 1981 in Tallahassee, FL. She had blond hair, blue eyes & looked almost exactly like me in our baby pictures. She was a gregarious person who made friends in the blink of an eye. There were no flies on her, either...she was sharp as a tack.

Lizzie had a gift for writing. She could pen some of the best goddamn fiction or prose you've ever read. I remember reading a short story she wrote totally off the cuff - it was amazing. She also loved smoking outside w/her friends & commiserating. Dad used to call them the Order of St. Nicotine.

Lizzie was a heroin addict, which really did a number on her body. We all knew her health was failing, but didn't want to admit it.

When I saw her a week & a half ago, she was taking Kaleb (my nephew & her son) to the playground. Took her half an hour to get ready - Liz was always slow. She kept forgetting things - her scarf, purse, phone, etc. I remember watching her drive away to the park. About an hour later, she returned, Kaleb in tow. I always took it for granted that she'd be around, never once imagining this would be the last time I ever saw her alive.

She's gone.

I have no words of wisdom for proper closure here. Took a shower after surfing late this afternoon & completely lost my shit for about 10 minutes. Crying like a baby, I drowned in my own grief over this precious soul whom I can never spend time w/again.

Now I know the meaning of true loss.

I love you Lizzie - always have & always will.

Goodbye...