Kate.

When I was in the hospital, I met a 28 year old woman named Kate. Kate had been in the hospital for most of the last decade, rarely coming home to see her family in Philadelphia. Her brother lived out here and visited her a few times a week, but she was usually alone. At first when I met her, she didn't talk much and seemed depressed and afraid to interact with others. I remember the first conversation we had, It was about the game bananagrams.I never have played it, and she spent an hour teaching me. I saw how happy she was and it made me smile back. We had conversations about life, struggles, everything. I remember the one night we got out of our rooms, and took out all of the springs out of pens and spread them out everywhere to make the nurses crazy. Anyways, when i finally got to go home, she wrote me a letter. She told me to never give up my dreams, and how she wants a better life to me. She told me to enjoy my teenage years because i'll never get them back. She died in April, and i will never forget her short hair and long eye lashes, and her kind words. Rest in Peace Kate<3 stay strong with the angels.