Tribute to Vicky

Sweet Vicky, I really miss you. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I know you are so happy and satisfied up there with our Father. You're probably drinking the best cup of coffee and chatting with Him right now. Or running tireless down the most beautiful beach in your new body. I can just see you with that smile, the joy radiating from your face. That's the one comfort I have to this void your absence has left.

I learned so much from my relationship with you. I'll never forget the times we prayed together, the time we burned your address book of dealer's numbers, going to get coffee (vanilla bean frapp. was always your favorite), studying out of the Good New's Bible with the little pictures you loved, taking walks through parks, talking about little critters and gardening. God really spoke to you through His creation. I'll never forget the Cardinal the Lord sent to show you that He truly cared for you and had not abandoned you!

I miss hearing you joke around with everyone, even when you were so sick in the hospital you would joke around with the hospital staff. You were a stubborn cat, too. Sometimes I got so frustrated with you, but I couldn't stay there, I just loved you so much. You were one of the only people that I wasn't afraid to be totally blunt with. I knew you'd get mad, maybe, but knew that you were loyal and wouldn't reject me. Because of this I was able to share some hard truth with you and you would listen.

I miss hearing you say, "Good googly-moogly," "Girl-bye!!," "Absolutely!!," to name a few. I miss your head thrown back in laughter and your chuckle. I miss how you called me all the time: "whatcha doin'" you'd say and you would always ask how I was. Then you would end with "love, bye."

It's nearing your birthday. Last year we were supposed to have a big party to celebrate your being drug-free for 2 years. Instead you spent it in the hospital. I guess your funeral was that celebration-you will never struggle again, my dear friend.

I wanted you to write a book and travel and talk with women with addictions and on the streets. I had huge dreams for you. But I guess God wanted you home more. I can see why, I'm sure you add some "spice" to the heavenlies! Your imprint lives on in my heart. I hope I can do it justice and share your story with others. I look forward to seeing you on the other side of those pearly gates. And I know you will not be scrubbing those gates like you used to joke. I know you're at our Father's feet right now basking in His eternal love. I love you, sweet friend!