We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Joseph Roux

I would give anything to talk to her again....I miss her so much..what I wouldnt give for a time machine....

Thirty-four years ago my life changed forever......I wish I would have told her more often....exactly how much she meant to me. But now I will never have that chance, I miss her more than words can say....