I see the gang from WeMove here, a family of sorts, bonded together by our mutual battle against the enemy diseases killing each one of us. Sylvia was one of ours.
We will miss her. We miss all the voices of those who pass. We still sing of the fallen, and rejoice over our memories of their greatness in the face of the body's betrayal.
Wolfen, died. Howl on, Wolf. I loved our conversation regarding Monty Python, even though you had to throw up twice during our last chat.
Diane, my huntress, my friend, who has not left the world, but will soon and has abandoned all her friends. Diane, I miss you. I hope you make your journey with the dignity and respect you deserve.
Sylvia / Alice. Death is so very final. I will miss your input and voice. Raise it in the fight where ever you have gone to. Your family mourns your passing.
"All those memories, like tears in rain."