I still cannot believe you're gone. I feel like I'll be getting a call from you soon of you calling me a wanker and saying that you love me. It hasn't hit me yet completely that I will never hear you tell me how much of a towel I am and how you always called me Sis instead of my name. You'd only call me "Caity" if I'm not listening. I miss you so much. Every second of everyday.