Memories are funny.  If I have near a million childhood memories, most of them would involve this beautiful person…

We shared a thousand sleep-overs.  I went to every single competition and watched her dance.  I cried with her at her mother’s funeral.  Maybe you don’t believe in God.  Or heaven.  Maybe you don’t think anything spiritual exists at all.  But I do.  I also know that she is reunited with her mother again.  I guess that is the joyous part amongst all this tragedy.

If there is singing in heaven, then there must be dancing.  Until we meet again, my friend…

I love you.