"I accidently landed on this page and was so saddened to read of your loss. Being the same age that Missy was when she died reminded me how delicate life is, regardless of age. I thought I'd share a passage from Kahlil Gibran about death which is quite fitting..... "For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?/Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing./And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb./And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance." Cheers, Meagan"