I haven't posted in forever, but I feel this is the right place to do this. Katie Gillihan was a wonderful woman. She was known by most as Katie, but to me she was Kate. In fact it all started because she was fond of giving people new names. She called me Lars, for reasons not known to me, and I called her Kate. She didn't like me calling her Kate until I told her that she reminded me of Katherine from Taming of the Shrew, and that I would one day be her Petruchio... she laughed at this and from then on I was blessed with the honor of calling her Kate.
Kate meant a lot to me. When I was 21 I was very depressed, meeting her changed that around. I used to spend all night talking to her on the phone. She was my first serious relationship, though that was unknown to many. Most of our relationship was secret, because she wanted to do it and at the time it brought thrill to it... but like all goods things, it faded and we became just friends. I trusted her with many secrets of mine, I feel a little dishonest revealing this, but I needed to get this out.
Now I didn't mean to come on here and blurb things, I just came here to honor Kate. I loved her, she was a spark of life in my life. Anytime I was bother I would call her and somehow she would make it OK and now... now, I shall never be able to do that.
R.I.P Kate
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