For Heather

It's ironic. I just thought about you this morning. Something I saw made me think of a painting I have that you did back in high school. You were amazing. There wasn't a person alive who didn't like you. You were infectious, your smile, your laugh. You scared everyone who knew you with your fearlessness. Nothing was ever impossible for you. You were wild, you drank like a fish, and you did more drugs than I think I could name. You were an amazing artist, and I envied you your talent. I hadn't talked to you for years, but I never forgot you. The time I spent with you, Patty, and Suzie were some of the best times I ever had, and I carry those memories with me every day. I always hoped you would find your way. Now I know you did. You left your past behind you, and you started living life better - or at least safer, which I'm sure made everyone breathe a collective sigh of relief - and you were still no doubt as amazing as you were the first time we met. It's hard, knowing that you're not out there anymore, driving the old indestructible Bonneville and drawing everybody in. I'm so sorry that I didn't seek you out, because now I've lost my chance. I know that wherever you are now is a more beautiful place because you're there.