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She's gone, finally at rest, and I am so sorry, and I can't stop crying. But not for her.

I am crying for those she has left behind.

I considered posting over there, but it would feel like dog-piling to me, and words fail me right now anyway.

My heart aches and the blood surges and echoes in my ears and my eyes sting and I am finding it hard to breathe. With each new thought that pops in my head is a fresh laceration to the wound. And this, for somebody I've never met. I can't even begin to imagine how her dear husband and daughter are coping.

You were and are loved, Christine. Even when you drove us nuts, it was a good drive. Your heart knew no bounds, and now, you are at peace.

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