On Monday, August 8, I was getting ready for my first day of a new job training. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a call from my mom. I wasn't expecting anything out of the phone call except a "Good luck on your first day of training sweetie!" Boy was I wrong about that conversation.

"I don't know how to tell you but last night Kaylee died in a car accident." My mom broke the news to me and immediately. I didn't believe her. I accused her of lying to me and she kept telling me over and over again that it was true. I started bawling my eyes out. I didn't know what to think. A week later, I still don't know what to think.

I didn't know Kaylee beyond a few high school experiences and my work life. However, in those experiences I felt like we were friends. You made me smile and laugh when work would get hard. I was happy whenever I would walk into an eight hour shift and see you walk in shortly after. You made so many people smile and I don't know if I will be able to walk into Krogers again without thinking about you.

This week has made me wish a lot of things. I wish I had the courage to ask Kaylee if she wanted to hang out. I wish I could've gotten to know her more. I wish I could've been there for her. One of my biggest regrets in life will be not knowing her as much as I could have. However, seeing the Facebook posts and Tweets help me get to know her. I hate that this is the way I got to know her more.

Kaylee, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you. I'm sorry you went to soon. I will never forget the moments I had with you. I know heaven isn't ready for you and you'll be partying it up up there. I love and miss you. Fly high.