Honey, if art's job is to make an impact, then it would soon find itself out of a job when you appear. Because just by your very gentle nature and love of life, You have made an even bigger impact. You, my friend are the song that I hear whispering in the wind. I've so missed getting to read your words and all the heart prints you have left on mine. I still have the coffee pot on, and I have the mug with your name on it. You are not forgotten.