It’s been two years since the world lost Kristy. I hope her friends and family don’t mind if I share my thoughts about her again.
This one’s gonna hurt.
I wasn’t sure if I should write it or not, wondered if I had the right to put it into words and post it for the world to see.
You see, I didn’t know Kristy very well. She wasn’t my best friend, although I would have been honored to have her call me that. But she was my friend, and I miss her; just knowing her at all was enough to make me want to be a better person.
When she was diagnosed with breast cancer, she didn’t try to hide it. But she didn’t milk the drama of the situation, either, as I probably would have done in her place. She faced it with an honesty and bravery that still take my breath away.
Kristy wore fancy scarves and cute little hats that did more to emphasize her baldness than camouflage it. When her dark…
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