The Pain Of Not Knowing What To

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five Year Old Girl Who Died? That She Was Beautiful And Brilliant. That She Loved Mozart And Bach. The Beatles. And Me.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five-year-old Girl Who Died?