She wrote:

"Today is the anniversary of your death. Do you remember, when you were alive, telling me what you thought death might be like? I remember. I was so young, and growing up in Missouri. I hadn’t met anyone inclined to dream strange dreams and share them. That night it was as if the universe cracked open—I had found someone like myself. It was the first time in my eighteen years of life. I had thought I was the only one.

That night you said to me, 'Maybe when you die you are like a shell on a sandy beach. And you lie there reliving your life over and over. So your afterlife may be heaven or it may be hell. It depends on how you live your first life.'

2011 – 1989 = so many years. Twenty-two years.

If you are on some shore, reliving your life for a second time, we are together. We have just met. We are courting—those lovely wonderful days. Maybe we are near that night when you told me what you thought death might be like.

We have difficult times ahead. But we have wonderful times ahead, too. And I love you, I love you, I love you. I am too damn young in 1985. So silly, so selfish I don’t even realize it. And you, you are awful, too. Awful and brilliant and young. Too young to have had your life end so early.

Kelly , on your shore, at your 22^nd birthday. Happy birthday, love. I am there with you, as a young girl. As your true love getting drunk on gin in a parking garage, listening to The Doors in your attic room, making out on a blanket on a patch of grass by a country road."