Though you and I have never met I feel that I already
know you, as though I know so much about you,
and yet so little.
You were so brave in your time,
more brave than even I could ever have been.
So full of life and joy, full of freedom, and happiness.
When I read about your life, all I could do was weep
tears of joy for you and then tears of utter,
uncontrollable pain at your passing.
Though we have never met, I wished that I had a
chance to get to know you, to know who you truly
were and what your life was really like,
from you and no other.