Dear Steven,

When I woke up Tuesday morning I was hoping I'd see you later on Twitter so I could see your opinion on the Cliff Lee signing.  Instead I received the most devastating and tragic news that has ever happened to someone close to me.

I saw a tweet on my phone as I was driving home and my heart stopped when I read, "RIP @stevensmithy."  I rushed home. I freaked out. I demanded to know why.  I cried for hours.

And I'm still crying as I'm typing this letter.

It's amazing how I've only known you for just a few months.  We started following each other on Twitter in April.  I always had a great vibe from you.  We joked and we laughed about everything.  What drew us closest together was our great love for sports.

I've never met someone as knowledgeable about sports as you.  Watching a game with you isn't like watching a game with anyone else.  You made me feel like I was really part of the game.  I'm going to miss sitting next to you whether it's at Yankee Stadium, a Rutgers game, or the bar and listening to you do play-by-play, which you were amazing at.

I had no idea that as a child you were very much into meteorology.  I giggled when your father and brother talked about it because I always relied on you when the weather wasn't going to be good.  I called you my "Weather Man."  I remember when you texted me when NYC had the tornadoes and you said to me, "Watch yourself out there.  I want you to be safe." Who am I going to rely on now for the weather? I don't trust anyone else! Not even the professionals!

Watching "To Catch a Predator" will never be the same again.  I'm going to miss your tweets making fun of the morons that get caught on the show.

Remember the "Rally shoulder?" Game 1 of the ALCS you held your hand on my shoulder when the Yankees were losing and as they rallied back you refused to let go.  That never worked with anyone else.  My rally shoulder is officially retired.

Back in August you became the first official tweep that I've met in person.  It didn't feel weird from the first second.  You made it seem like we've known each other for our entire lives.  That's how much of an impact you have made on my life.

You were always there for me when I needed someone to talk to.  You always put your friends first before yourself.  You cared for my happiness over yours.

You really gave me a new perspective on life.  You lived in each moment.  You never looked too far into the future.  I'm going to take this lesson with me for the rest of my life.

Here is my final goodbye to you.  So long my weather man, my fellow sports lover, my friend.  I love you, man.  I will never forget you and what you have meant to me.

Say hi to the baseball Gods for me.

Love always and forever,

Kelsey