My husband and I went to Charleston today (about 3 hours away from here) to do some business. We could not be there long but we did stop at our favorite restaurant, Hyman’s, and I ate one of my favorite dishes, shrimp and grits. We love Charleston. We got a seat next to the window and the restaurant is right on Meeting Street. As I waited for my food and even while I was eating, I was amazed that almost every young woman that went past our window appeared to be around 23 years old. Petite like Kaitlyn, some walking around with their iPod as they were walking about. I wondered about them. They looked so happy, so full of life with their whole life before them ready to be lived. I wondered if they really were happy, and hoped that they were. You see, I can’t look at a young woman without thinking of you Kaitlyn, knowing you are no longer living your life like they are. But what do they keep inside?
As I sat there, I kept fighting the urge to call you Kaitlyn. I always loved to call you when I was doing something I loved, or eating a wonderful meal or just anything like that. But then I thought, if you were alive, you would be in clinicals and I would not be able to talk to you anyway.
I wanted to call you Kaitlyn but my cell will no longer reach you sweetie. You went too far away.