Dear Jeanne, When we met I was nothing more than a loud-mouthed overgrown adolescent, quick to anger/slow to forgive and you were a force to be reckoned with. Over the years, in alternate measure, I loved and idolized you; I resented and feared you; I accepted and understood you; and finally came to realize that you were a great lady, in the very best sense of the word. You lived each moment with an enjoyment and a passion that I could only marvel at. Even to the very last of your days, you looked forward to tomorrow, welcoming each new day as a fresh adventure. I take comfort in the faith that you knew and know now, beyond all understanding, that I loved you. Godspeed, dear Jeanne.