Kendra

Lori Orf, me , Jessi Riggs

Year one: memories burn like fire. 

Year two: a day of mourning. 
Year Three: Passes by.

Year Four: almost forgotten. Year Five: Reality set in. 

It has been five years. While I do not cry anymore, I still remember. I know she is watching. I hope she is smiling. I pray she keeps me safe. I love her just like she is standing here beside me. My memories are all I have left though.  I know it is futile to hold onto her, hoping someday I wake up, yet I want to.

My Becca

 Sometimes we want the things we cannot have. I want to find my place in the world. I know it will take some time but I know at some point and on some random day I will say to myself, "This is why I am alive". I have to live everyday like it’s my last and live with no regrets because sometimes there is no tomorrow. While sometimes I fail to tell the people I love that they mean the world to me, I hope they know that I do. I need to stop worrying about the little things and start focusing on my right now. I have a lot of me time here and it is in these moments when I have radical realizations, that I have to stop and think about for hours sometimes. Kendra would have spent everyday living life for the moment. There was no planning with her. I admire that belief, that faith, in herself. She wasn't perfect, as no one is, but she was always happy and smiling when it mattered. I need to take notes from her and try to learn the little lessons she left us. Because that is all we have left of her and she deserves to be remembered every year. I hope that this short post hits home for some people. Life is short and life is hard but life is really just one big adventure waiting for us take the leap and start living.

My Parentals

 in the pictures are a few people who I probably don't say 'I Love you' to often enough...