Pain Free Ever More Karte

A Tribute For My Young Friend "Ever since I learned the meaning of the word, 'Precious' in second grade, I always wanted to be that to someone." -- Misty Stenslie I find it rare for people to grow close, when you’ve never met face-to-face. But Misty was one of those remarkable ones. We met thanks to the Internet, through a Boys Town Alumnus who was also involved in the Foster Care system. She dedicated her life to inspire, care for, educate and empower the lives of alumni and allies of foster care. Misty died due to complications from long-term lyme disease, co-infections and ultra-early on set Alzheimer disease. Misty was diagnosed at age 37 and has passed at 43. She often told people, “It should be called “YOUNGER onset”, not “early onset!” This young woman who I called “friend” impacted thousands upon thousands of people, with her optimism, her love, her joyful outlook, her helpful determination. Misty worked to make this world better with her graceful dedication. You’d have never known that she endured a chronic illness, for which there is no cure. Due to the lyme disease, Misty suffered from chronic fatigue, joint pain, muscle pain, depression and Alzheimer’s disease.. She knew that her life would be shorter than most and discussed it freely. During telephone conversations she would kindly remind me of the Alzheimers, telling me to “write that down for me” as we discussed possible projects. At the end of our talks she would always say: “If there is an “other-side” we can continue on with our ideas when you get there…” “Awww, you’re not going anywhere” I’d reply… I am sickened that I never got to say good-bye and the tears are flowing freely. Misty was a fierce leader, creating a movement to unite the adult survivors of foster care with a brilliant plan to bring them all together to advocate for the youth still in Foster Care. But her energy didn’t end there. Her art (what she called her doodles) will also, forever amaze. Not only did the foster-care world loose a hero, but the art world will also suffer her passing. Whenever my work seemed to lean towards depression or darkness she would remind me to instead communicate a spirit of hope. “Lighten it up..” she say… And I reminded, myself that these words were coming from someone who also told me, “After I’m gone, watch for pretty birds and loose change! THAT will be me.” Misty art-work portrayed energy, excitement, brilliance, colorful, whimsical and playful views of her world. “Doodles” that she freely shared with anyone who expressed an interest. My friends’ artwork won’t be her legacy. Her legacy will live in the thousands of lives she touched. The love and understanding she shared. The manner in which she celebrated life, and the bravery, the dignity in which she faced death. Misty, you were an inspiration to all who were fortunate to have been touched by you…. Until we meet again…