I’ve had a hard time finding the words. All I can hear is Kimberly yelling at me from above “Get it together, Frizzell” while smiling radiantly. There was nothing like being read by Kim Eaton. Our friendship began with my being in immediate awe of her grace, her intelligence, her wit, her charm, her radiance and her love of life. I could always count her to bring all of herself to every interaction, every experience and if we didn’t see each other for a while, our reunions always felt like homecoming (even if it was out randomly at a bar surrounded by strangers). Things like this aren’t fair, and I’m trying not to be angry that we’ve lost her. She wouldn’t want that. In fact, she’d probably laugh at me for it. I already miss you, Kim. My memories of you are nothing but joy and love, and I will keep them forever.