Today, I’ll wear pink. It’s a color I’ve never loved very much, but Whitney thought it was the perfect color. Everything in her life was tinged with pink. Today, her family and friends are gathering to celebrate her life. I can’t be there physically, but I know Whitney would be so happy to see so many people she loves in Colorado, truly the place she loved best.
Whitney filled every day with enthusiasm and love. Living on Jenkins 2nd West with her freshman year was an adventure, from getting her hair trimmed to clearing snow off a car to watching the entirety of The OC. And our adventures didn’t stop with freshman year — I’ve been so lucky to call her my friend for ten years now.
Whitney never hesitated to call me on my bullshit, but she always did it with kindness and care. She loved her friends and family fiercely, and she loved the Broncos even more fiercely.
I’m forever grateful for the memories and the fun, Whitney. I can’t quite believe I’ll never get to make fun of your hatred of ketchup again.