Fifteen years is not enough time. Not enough laughter, not enough nights spent dreaming about the future, not enough hugs, not enough her.

If time were kind, it would grant one more conversation—the one from April 19, 2023. The words would be held onto tighter, the pauses stretched longer, the silence filled with just one more I love you. But time is cruel, and that conversation has become something else now—something sacred, something painful, something that lives in the heart like an ache that never quiets.

Kayli was alive in every sense of the word. She didn’t just move through the world—she lit it up. Her presence was something you felt, like a song you couldn’t help but dance to. Her smile was more than just an expression; it was warmth, it was home, it was the kind of thing that made a bad day better without even trying. She had an energy that wrapped around you, an outgoing spirit that made it impossible not to love her.

She should still be here. She should still be telling stories too loudly, making people laugh, rolling her eyes at things that didn’t matter, chasing dreams that had barely begun to take shape. There should still be birthdays to celebrate, candles to blow out, moments to fill with love, with joy, with her.

"How much she was loved."

That is what she needed to know. That is what will never change. Kayli was loved with a force too big for words, too deep for time to erase. Her absence is unbearable, but her love? That stays. That lingers in the spaces she touched, in the laughter she left behind, in the hearts that will never let her go.

Kayli, you were here. You were everything. You are everything.

And you are loved, forever.