Katy Smith died February 27 2006, at 3 a.m. before reaching the hospital. She was hit by a drunk driver that ran a red light at an intersection. Katy was only 19 years old and was engaged to her high school sweetheart. They were going to get married on June 13, 2006. She said she had chosen my birthday for her wedding day to thank me for setting them up.
Katy was not only my best friend, she was a sister to me, my drinking partner, my wing woman, my competition on the soccer field, my partner in crime, and an almost exact replica of me personality wise and physically. The only physical difference between us was the fact that she had green eyes and straight hair. But whenever I straightened my hair and she put in her brown contacts no one could tell us apart. Not even our parents. We always used this as an advantage over guys at a party. She would go talk to the guy that I liked and I would go talk to the guy she liked *we were both too chicken to talk to the guys we liked by ourselves* Then we would set each other up on dates. We would always laugh about it after we went on our dates because the guys never caught on to the fact that they had talked to 2 different girls. One time she even took my place in summer school so that I could go and see my boyfriend at the time. The teacher never knew she had someone else in her class.
I still cant believe that someone that close to perfection could be torn away from the people that loved them most. Katy didnt have a single person that hated her. She was nice and courteous to everyone; even if she didnt like you. You couldnt help but love this girl. I remember when we were speeding over by Lakeland when a cop pulled out behind us. Well neither of us had our licenses and we were breaking curfew. *this all happened not that long after Isabel had hit* So she hit the gas and we turned onto the back roads we cut out the lights and turned into the woods and the cop drove right past us!! If we wouldnt have gone mudding that day we would have been busted.
My parents say that God likes to bring his angels home early. Well if thats the case then Katy should do him for a very long time. I know she was my angel. She was there for me when I was really sick in the hospital. She sat by my bed and snuck me French fries and soda when no one was paying attention. I miss those carefree days. I miss you Katy.
