Bright star Jane, shining forth, burning with such intensity. Finding you up in St Vinnies with your purple faux fur rug and surrounded by a stack of your stuff, you took my arm and asked me if I would accompany you outside for a fag. Yes. Everyone stared as we made our way, you beautiful waif with bald head and that magnificent slash across it. And so for me began my small journey across this last year with you my little kiwi princess. We had lots in common and lots not. We'd both had brain ops for a start and both liked talking. Lots of laughs always too. And I grew to love you dearest child. And that is always a good thing. And I feel so so sad you have gone brave girl. My life is lesser because of it. It has been an opportunity I wouldn't have missed for anything. Thank you.