Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?