skaterpunk

I havent written since before she died. I wanted to be able to...I wanted to be able to write what I felt... I wanted to do her justice. I just haven't been able to find the words. I have to make an entry now. I cannot delay the inevitable any longer. Vanessa was a beautiful person. If anyone could be described as simply radiating... she would be the one to take the title. She was always smiling, or at least working on getting other people around her to smile (which wasn't hard for her at all). She had a distinctive disorder. She loved everything around her. Humans do not exhibit that trait. While she was exceedingly attractive, it was the only thing that made her intimidating. Anyone who met her had lasting memories. I for one can almost recall every single one of our conversations. I remember what was said, which is odd because I do not know of any other person who has had that effect on me... or anyone else. Except for maybe Jesus (but I have not talked to him). Her funeral MADE me realize that she really was gone... at least physically. It was an open casket pre-ceremony... until I saw her lifeless shell, I still deep down thought I would maybe see her walking, and we would stop and talk at the library, as we have many times before.

Things just started to sink in... slowly I felt a piece of me begin to sink into my body, as if it were hiding. She tried her hardest to make everyone around her forget about their troubles. She always succeeded.

Vanessa, now that you are gone... who will take your job? Who will be unbiased and always loving? We all miss you so much, and we will love you you eternally, waiting to see you again. Your legacy will live on - and through friends I will see you every day. You rubbed off a little bit on everyone. Come back to us. In dreams. In spirt. We will see you again. I just wish I met you so much earlier than I did.