Today, on your 45th birthday, I am reminded of what you wrote in 2003:
“I do not expect to be made happy at every turn. Neither do I expect to be made sad. I welcome both. I do not expect my heart to plod along safely, not do I want it to. My only expectation is that I feel deeply. Pain, pleasure, grief, euphoria, loneliness, fulfillment and onward. I would be silly, and and ungrateful to resent the fact that we did not last longer."
“My life is passing quickly. I want to feel grief, elation, sorrow, happiness, pain, pleasure and uncontrolled euphoria. I don’t care anymore about keeping my heart safe.”
These feelings describe you completely. Not a person to shirk in the shadows, you embraced life with both hands. You died fighting for your life after being hit by a car while riding your bike at the front of the pack. I think of your passion and conviction every day, especially today.
Kristy, life is so short and precious. Ride into the wind and don’t look back my love.
