I wrote this letter for you after what happened. I’ve kept this in my phone since then, and I want to share it, for you.
July 27, 2019 at 9:31 AM
Hey Bug,
First off, I want to say that I wish I could have been there for you when you needed me most. I wish that I could turn back the clock and hear your laughter throughout Lala’s house. You had a personality bigger than that 5’2″ frame of yours babe. On days that I needed someone, you’d always be there. Regardless of the obstacles you faced in your daily life and how long it had been since we last spoke. You were a backbone for so many people. You are beautiful, kind, and I never told you enough how wonderful you were.
I remember driving down to SC to pick up Dustin. I called you, upset over the circumstances of why I was going to down there, and you talked to me for nearly the entire four and a half hour trip. I miss the days that you and I would text all day, and not short messages either. You and I could write books to one another and not miss one beat. Our inside jokes, between Lala, you and I made no sense to any outsider but we understood perfectly. We were both so lucky to have you, even though I wasn’t there for you all those years.
I can’t make sense of this, I can’t wrap my head around this situation. You’ve been fighting demons for years; thoughts and pain that no one knew about. You never turned your back on anyone when they needed you. You always had time. I wrote this poem for you; I wish you could be here for me to share it with you. I miss you and I’ll love you always. I’ll pray that God puts you in my path from time to time and I’ll see you again one day, sweet angel.
I love you, Caley.
She was a delicate painting
And she was not crafted by accident
Every glimpse of her beauty
Imperfectly perfect
And created with intention
Beautiful and distorted in one masterpiece
Sailing Towards The Moon 