What can I say that hasn't already been said?
What I can I write that I haven't already written?
Five years. I still miss you.
June 29, 1970 -- July 6, 1999
"And now, I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance"