I'm sitting here in Jackie's apt, just balling my eyes out. Everything around me just reminds me of her, smells like her, brings memories of her. I just can't stop crying. I'm here still, all alone, because I'm trying to burn her photos to disks, so that I can have them ready for slideshows tomorrow. I want to show you all how much you mean to her, how she cherished every moment with you, how she held thoughts of all of you so deeply in her heart and soul. I want to get the shows together, and make copies of disks for all of you. I want everything to be perfect, my God! I didn't even feel this way about my wedding day. I had a couple of weeks to plan that one; this is just to fast. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Sorry I'm rambling, I can barely see the keyboard, and I'm shaking to hard to make any sense. Thanks for listening.