You're Beautiful, And You're A Joy To Be Around.

I just got off the phone with my Dad. His little sister was dying and he flew up to Boston to say goodbye. She waited for him before she went.

He gave her last meal: half of an orange Chuckle, the inside of a Bulls-Eye, and part of a Clementine. The nurse asked him 'What are you doing?' And he said 'feeding my sister things she likes.'

Clare: you were your own delightful thing from beginning to end. To the lady who gave me my first Star magazine, and my first tube of mascara: I love you forever. I've still never found a mascara I liked better.