Katie. Friend. Dude. I cannot process the fact that you are gone. I’ve been trying to put together words to describe how much you mean to me and I’ve been at a loss. I’ve loved reading everyone’s stories on the impact you made in their lives, it makes me happy to see how special you were not just to me but to everyone you encountered. When I first got transferred back from Washington and we met, I remember thinking “ah, I don’t think she likes me” and who would have thought that weeks later we’d be work besties. You called me work wife and we spent our shifts at Claire’s talking about everything and making fun of each other whenever we got the chance. When you left Claire’s I was so sad but I knew we had a friendship past work. You were always checking in “hey friend” “hi friend” and checking in on Amy too. Always buying her little gifts and just being auntie Katie. And when you found out about my nugget, you were so happy for me too. I’m glad I’m a hoarder and I saved the note that came with the gift you sent for him. You apologized for not being able to go to the baby shower and said “but I’ll be there in spirit” and God who would have known the day after you’d be gone. And really just be here in spirit. Ugh, Katie. I love you. Amy loves and remembers you dearly too. I hope you’re dancing with your daddy up in Heaven. Thank you for being such an amazing person. 🤍 I will never forget you.