It finally happened...

Two weeks ago, I met the new FST for Karl Storz. I guess people would call him your replacement, except for the fact that you are not replaceable. It has been a hard two weeks.
His name is Scott. He's a young kid from New York. He was an OES (?) for two years, and now he is the FST for us. He's very nice, and he seems to really want to help and do a good job... It is hard when you had the best in the beginning though, and now you are trying to teach the "new guy" how to be even half as good as what you had. Again, he is trying and I have to give him credit for that. He is nowhere near as organized, or as prepared as you... and the worst part of it all...They gave him your Phone.
I had tried to prepare myself for that, I had kept telling myself that it was a possibility- And then when I talked to Elizabeth, and she told me that Nate had your phone and all of your things- I knew that it would more than likely happen. But still, when he handed me his business card, with your number on it- I couldn't help it. I stood there with tears running down my face in front of Nate, Scott, and the Territory manager-Rob? I don't remember his name, but I know that he came to your viewing, and your funeral. I apologized and told them that this wasn't a habit of mine, and that they most likely would never see it happen again. (I will just wait till everyone is gone next time)

I know I probably should, but I couldn't change your name in my phone. Scott has my cell phone number, as it is easier to get in touch with me (as you were well aware)...Every time he shows up and there's no one at the front desk, he calls me so that I can let him in. Your name pops up, along with your picture. It is a blessing and a curse. It is a reminder of you my friend..as every time I see your picture and your name, I can hear your voice saying "Kellie Brown, Kellie Brown, Kellie Brown, how's it going?" Sometimes I can even hear your laugh. I am afraid as soon as iI change it, I will lose your voice. It is a curse because I am constantly reminded of what I great friend I lost, and what a great asset you were to the place that I work.

I miss you my friend. Always.

Until we meet again,

-Kellie