I wanted to write to you, to tell you what you have meant to me, to thank you for sticking by me. I know this letter maybe a little late, but I need to do it any way. I know the editor in you will critique and make lots of red marks on this letter. You know what I am going to do it anyway.

Lisa, I remember seeing you for the first time. You had been crowned Maple Syrup Quenn and were walking down the hall way at the Waky Middle school. I knew that you had no clue who I was or that I was even watching. I knew right then their was something different about you. I wasn't sure what it was then I know now. In a matter of only a few months we ended up at NorthWood together.

Little did I know what good friends we would become over the 25 years. Remember the hours we spent in the surge talking through your parents divorce. I can still remember your Mom coming and that station wagon pulling up to take you home. I could mention talking through all of your boy troubles, before Jeff of course, but I won't. We had lots of great moments and memories together. I will never forget being at your house and Ryan, Pam, and Angela wouldn't go to bed without me tucking them in.

I think I was the first one you told when Jeff asked you out, you were so excited. Then you two where off to the prom, you were such a cute couple. I think you two were made specifically for each other. I think you knew that too. I can't let you off the hook about the girl you tried to set me up with from Taylor. She was a scary one and that was the first time that I wasn't sure you knew me as well as you thought you did.

And your girls they are your pride and joy. I have been honored to be there friend, and Youth Pastor. I am a better man because of the influence you and your family have had on me.

Lisa you never had a bad word to say against anyone, not even those that hurt you the most. You wore your heart on your sleeve, whether it was with your family, BSF, or The Compass. You loved Jesus and people could just tell. That is what I saw in that hallway 25 years ago, Jesus. Now your with our Savior. I can imagine you haven;t stopped singing yet.

Lisa know that I miss you dear friend, I know that you are having a great time. I glad your not hurting any more. Selfishly I was you were still here. Thanks for listening to my rants one last time. I look forward to seeing you!