And when your golden curls have turned to red, when your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life. Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems. At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array, all these years, the battle of each grievous day. Perhaps then those beautiful tears will overcome... I almost wrecked this morning in about the same place my mother called me the day she found out, I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour. I wasn't scared or anything it was very strange. I had a moment in time and space, all to myself to think. To die then would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have missed out on this dream I've had for so long. It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart and a talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive. It sounds strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, so now I must make it a point, so now it's my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a wonderful person it will never get to meet.