I am thinking of you. I occasionally do. How I met you for a few days and yet leaving something, which I am not quite sure what it is. Thinking of you puts me at ease. Having been with you those days, we "had to" keep quiet while you wanted otherwise. I am not over the fact of how kind you were, thinking of others and putting effort to make people around you feel comfortable. Again, you put me at ease, because i have the memories of that room, which was never really quiet. That room had stories, laughs, tears, and during the silence it was full of hope. We all had hope, and it was "mad" loud, echoing for a speedy recovery. During that spring break, I found something I've been missing. The tranquility to stop, think, analyze, reflect, and get up. When I saw your daughter again, I saw all these steps on her. She's a great person and any emphasis I could put on this topic will be limited. So she's just great. Far far from whatever a friend could ask for. All in all, I wish I could've known you for a bit longer and I hope the memories, thoughts, and prayers reach out to you.