Lizzy

 How do you write a tribute to someone you don’t know but at the same time walked the same path. 

Lizzy left an impression on me. Her style and the way she handled life. We didn’t have much interaction but she spoke to me in so many ways. She and I walked the same path thru cf and lung transplant and I had always admired the way she carried herself with attitude sass and spunkyness.  When we loose someone who has walked the same path a piece of us goes with them even tho I don’t think that’s what Lizzy would want but that’s our lives. We are all entwined together through our struggles and our triumphs. The ups and downs only draw us closer to our community and the ones we love. And boy was she loved by so many. When someone we adore and admire looses their light ours tends to burn a little less brighter knowing they are at peace and resting without the burden of being well, sick. Life is unfair at how god chooses his angels and when he calls them home. Although some say and many believe he has a purpose I doubt that sometimes. Why her.? Why now? What about everything she went through just to live 4 beautiful and glorious years but they were a struggle with so much pain and happiness mixed together. All I know is she went out on her own terms like a true warrior. She called the shots until her last breathe and that leaves me standing in awe of the woman we loved, Lizzy

Warrior

 A warriors death is what I strive for. Something leaving everyone in awe of the courage and strength you have. Having that moment where people stare and take their breath away at the way you handled your life and celebrate you for not what you could have been but the bad ass you are. And the way you walked away from a disease that’s taken many great warriors like you. Making transplant look like a fairy tale story knowing good and well there were so many ups and downs that you sometimes struggled to hold on the roller coaster that comes with a transplant. All while keeping people looking on wondering how she does it.  A warrior never lets on to the pains and struggles inside, the fights you battle silently and the tears you shed when no one is around. The life you could of had is a dream that occurs nightly and feels more like a nightmare. Waking up with your fists balled ready to fight in a moments notice. Gritting your teeth so much you wake up with headaches but nothing is as painful as that dream that replays night after night. I wasn’t made to be a warrior I was born a warrior and when you had the chance to shine you showed the world what you were deep down. A warrior. A warriors death is for me. 

so thankful

Dear God,

Thank you. I never thought i would be so grateful for you but you continue to amaze me and bless me in so many ways. You saved my life when you didn’t have to and ill forever be grateful to you and my donor family and i pray every day they have peace knowing they helped someone continue there life and become more then a person bed ridden with disease and depression. I have bloomed into a real person, I know that sounds dramatic but i have real life problems now and I’m forever so blessed to experience a second chance at life.

what I’m really thanking you for is saving my brother and Krystal. The accident they were in could have easily taken them away but instead you watched over them and they walked away. They walked away from a horrific crash and i know i have you to thank. If you would have taken then from me, we wouldn’t be friends and i would never let you off the hook for taking my best friends but you are a kind god, a merciful god and saved them. I’m forever in your debt. See loosing them means i would loose so much of my heart I don’t think i could survive with so much of my heart in heaven. So again you saved me. Maybe you knew that those 2 souls were destined for great things and there love would leave a ginormous place in so many hearts but whatever and why I’m grateful for you kind heart towards my family that terrible night. A million thanks and also i wont forgot, i promise