I was checking this site every day in fear, and now it happened. I am numb. I cannot really talk about it either, because how can I explain anything to anyone anyway? If love can fly through the air and the soul doesnīt really leave this world for 40 days, then I suppose I am not alone, even if it feels so cold and lonely right now. I had always wondered about Leaīs real name and now Andrea is dead. She chose a life and reached out and touched me without knowing me; she didnīt choose a death but her death touched me just like her life did and I never got to know her. We are not perfect, our relationships and actions are not perfect, and we are mortal. May her family and the people who knew her be strong in this most cruel of Christmases. She will be remembered, and not only by them.
