
For Christmas my sophomore year of highschool Makenzie gave Emilie, Nancy and I a 5 dollar gift card for Jamba Juice. I hate almost anything fruity tasting so i never even thought twice to try it. For the past 4 years that little happy looking Jamba Juice card with a smiling snowman on it has been sitting in my wallet. The other day when i went downtown with a few friends, Rayce had to use the bathroom. I told Rayce that I had a giftcard for Jamba Juice so i will buy something and you can use the bathroom. Turns out i didn't have the card with me. However, I tried Jamba juice for the first time ever. THAT STUFF IS AMAZING! I now know why Kenzie talked about it all the time. I got Strawberries forever. A week after i had to find the nearest Jamba Juice so i plugged in a address in my GPS and went driving away singing to Ingrid Michaelson. I bought a drink and used my card from Kenzie. I have 7 cents left on it now. I won't spend those cents so i make sure i can keep that card forever. Kenzie.... Thankyou for giving me that card otherwise i would never have found Jamba Juice.

ative thinking it was a message from god or something and that Kenzie had something to tell me and maybe i would hear her voice again. An hour later i received another call from Kenzie's number. I answered this time and it was an Indian man. He did not speak english and i tried to say hello? and who is this? and such but he just kept responding with a "no". I have no idea how this man got my number. I have a maryland number so the fact that he accidentally called my number is pretty impressive. You can imagine i was super let down after my brain had been thinking super hard for an hour creating every possible scenario. It was still so weird though. How did the person with Makenzie's number accidentally call my number out of all the numbers in the world?

ures of Makenzie made it in but one of her came out. I left the one of just me and her together. It seemed rude to take it out. So every picture is from senior year and then there is 1 from freshman year with Makenzie. Her dad's blog is no longer just dedicated to her. And with everything going on right now i feel like am being forced to leave her behind and i am no ready too. I can still share her story with everyone. Emilie and I are both bringing our Makenzie collages to college with us to hang up in our room but the pictures seem old now. I can't help but want new ones of us.





ould be Emilie so I didn't have my hopes to high. When the Stocker's went up they began to read the essay of one of the applicants. The essay was mine. I began crying immediately. I went up and received a certificate (two in fact. One that said Kathryn Davis and one that said Katie Davis. They didn't know which name i would prefer on it =]) Then they read a part of another essay and it was Olivia Hatch. And then part of another essay and it was Emilie Finke! I was sooo happy we all three got it. As if t