Dear Kristy

Dear Kristy,

I have always hoped when a person passes away their spirit would be allowed to comfort family and friends for a time. That they would also be allowed to reflect on their life though others words and thoughts.

I wish I had taken the time to tell you these things while you were on the earth. Since I didn’t I hope some of my actions showed you that I loved you. I am so thankful I had the opportunity to be your visiting teacher and get to know the person I admired and some feared. I remember you asked me how to make friends in the ward. Although, I was your friend, I regret that I let my busy schedule, my trials, and other influences keep me from taking our friendship to another level.

I want to tell you the qualities I admired in you. I loved your smile. I can’t remember your face with out one. I can still hear your laugh, especially the times you would snort. It always amazed me how outgoing, fearless, and strong willed you were. I have yet to meet anyone as strong willed as you. I know you’re proud of that! I know you loved to help people and tried to do so through words, offering cleaning, fashion, make up, or music tips was your way of trying to help. I appreciated your honesty. Only a true friend or honest person tells you the hard core, straight up truth. I loved it when you would sing at church. Who didn’t? Thank your for sharing that talent with us. My son still talks about the ONE time Christmas carolers came to our house. I know there were others with you that day, but I can only remember your face and your mom’s. I thought it was so cool how close you were to your mother. She was your best friend and I’m glad she was there for you in your darkest hour. Your knowledge and testimony of the gospel was so impressive to me. Confession, that is your one quality that intimidated me. When I was first called as your visiting teacher I was horrified, because my knowledge of the gospel and testimony was not as strong as yours. What could I teach this girl? Of course, nothing, I was to learn from you and am thankful that gave me the opportunity to get to know you.

It breaks my heart that you are going to be separated from your boys for a while, but know you will be reunited with them someday. Kristy, I will try to learn and grow from your example and this tragedy. I know you will be a great missionary in heaven as you were on earth. Until we meet again, my friend.

Love,
Chris McAdams