There is so much to say. As many of you may already know, the last few weeks have fallen rather short of satisfactory. Hence the lack of updates. On April 17, one of my dearest friends, Joe, was killed in a motorcycle accident. I found out at play rehearsal about three hours after the incident. I was blinded with confusion and hysterical crying for the remainder of the night. Joe was like family. He was MY Joe. This, I continuously repeated after discovering what happened. Twenty years is far too short a life. His funeral was on Saturday. Much to everyone's surprise, the casket was open. I believed I would find comfort in seeing his sweet face one last time, but when I approached his resting place, I hardly recognized the countenance. I can only hope that all memories of him will not be tainted by the strange face I encountered. Though reality has not quite set in yet, I miss him more than words can possibly express. I find myself reminiscing about the play, his car, soccer games, and just the simple conversations that we shared out on my driveway. Back before the air was too hot to stand. I fear that further thought on this subject at the present time will cripple me, so I must stop there. On a more jovial note, the play arrives in 2 weeks, and brings with it the end of the schoolyear. I could not possibly be more anxious for summer. Prom is this Friday night. I know I will enjoy myself, and others. Hopefully not too much, eh Stef? I refuse to feign happiness now. The truth is, I am very sad. Still in mourning over the loss of a dear friend, I will do what I must to lift my spirits, and will offer a more cheerful update when in a better state of mind. Just . . .Yours. .Map