Heartsick

On Christmas Eve, a wonderufl woman lost her life. She was murdered; shot through the heart and left to die alone.

There are plenty of questions, but no answers.

The only thing I know, is that one of the kindest, most giving people I ever knew is gone.

And the only thing I can think of is the last hug we shared. If I had known it was the last one, I would have held on a little longer. Maybe I wouldn't have let her go at all.

She was a rare person, full of goodness and spirit and fun. She thought of others first, always.

All she wanted in return was to be loved.

And she was.

She leaves behind two beautiful girls who were her entire world. She adored them, and they adored her. She had tons of friends who knew what a very special person she was.

I'm proud to be among them.

Lisbeth, my dear friend, I can't believe you are really gone. I can't believe you died so horribly. I can't believe your sweet girls will have to grow up without you.

It's not fair, goddammit. You did not deserve to die.

I hope whomever is to blame is tormented body and soul for what they did to you. Aand don't you worry about that my dear...we all have our suspicions and I know deep in my heart that justice will be served. Maybe not now, but someday.

I'm sick. I'm sad.

And words...they fail me. Forgive me. Maybe someday I can say all the things that I'm feeling about you, your life, our friendship. But for now, I'm too broken to say all the things that are in my heart.

Rest in peace friend.