Kate

Kate was my everything. She was the one who helped me achieve my potential, who helped me with my dreams, who loved me unconditional, who always go my jokes. She was the person waiting for me at the end of my Ironman Triathalon. The day we met I knew. I saw here walking from the Capitol towards Longworth, our eyes met she smiled I tried to say something and i nothing came out. I tried to shake her from my mind only to run into her in my first mark up. She breezed in sat her Memebr's briefing binder in front of him and sat down next to me. "Hi! I'm Kate." As i stumble with my expandable folder I stretch out my hand, "Hey, Walter," "Well Walt, its good to meet you." I was captivated blue eyes, brown hair, so much energy, so much verve, I couldnt get her out of my head better yet I didnt want to get her out of my head. Kate loved Chinese food, helped with my Mandarin, forced me into the gym, loved Bottlerocket, and thought early 80's college rock was the greatest. She new that FLW's falling water palled in comparison to Frank Gehry's Guggenheim Bilbao Spain Museum, that Patagonia was the only gear to have, and if she asked I would lasso the moon for her. Kate was stunning. A sailor by birth, she loved the ocean to her core. Kate made the world spin.

The day she died my heart froze. They day she died the woman in white was in my dreams.