I only knew Christa for my freshman year. We both played field hockey and bonded together at team parties and on the field. We also sat next to each other for the longest time in Spanish with crazy Tirres. Even on my toughest days, where I felt I was struggling, Christa wouldn't let me last two seconds with a frown on my face- and it wasn't because I thought of her as having much bigger problems than me. When you were around Christa you just didn't think "cancer," and I don't think she would have wanted us to. I was constantly laughing and smiling around her because she was such an upbeat, positive, and kind-hearted girl, and the only person I can truly say that to know her was to love her, even if you hardly knew her. I am so saddened that we fell out of touch these last two years- occassionally I'd see her in the halls and she looked just as happy and healthy as ever.
Christa- I'm SO proud of you for putting up such a long and brave fight to this awful disease. You continue to be my inspiration for enjoying the small things in life and not letting anyone get the best of you. I hope your family knows that you really did serve your life's purpose: you loved and were loved by so many here, and will continue to be loved for as long as we remember. I'm not worried about you- I know you're in heaven right now and provably having just as much fun up there as you were having down here. I will never forget you or stop missing you or that laugh of yours.
Love, Johanna Moore