Dear Katy,
You were my first friend in my mental health journey. You showed me so many things, including how to love and let go. During my hardest of times, you were always just a text away. I remember when we were in group therapy together, you bought me cake and slushies from Sonic. We would walk over to the front entrance and go to the vending machine to get Cokes and you would make me go, even when my lazy self didn’t want to. But our conversations were amazing. From straight up goofy to you preaching to me to you inspiring me, those conversations were conversations that I looked forward to every day.
I also remember the time we went to pick up Little Caesar’s pizza for the group and you drove and I held on for dear life. Good times were had when I was screaming while you drove.
Katy, you were inspiring. Despite everything that came your way, you kept fighting, and you inspired others to keep fighting too. You were funny, you were a great friend, and you were amazing.
I want you to know that things will be okay down here until we meet again. I’m gonna fight in your name. Not only do I fight for myself, but now I fight for you. I’m so glad you’re not suffering anymore; you’re up there with Jesus, probably eating cake and playing with dogs.
Your last Facebook post was Romans 8:18, which happens to be my favorite verse… “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.” How perfect.
I love you and I miss you.
Ali
Ali Vee 