If  you are reading this...I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are my strength, my reason that I still can think clearly sometimes. Thank you. I went to the roadside memorial for Monica with my son and mother. I stopped by the store that Monica's and my mom both work at to let them know we were in town. I watched Cher work for a few minutes before she knew I was there. What a strong woman. You could tell in her eyes there was some deep sadness but she was still there, doing what she has to do to survive. How do we go on? It's a mystery to me yet I do it every day. The memorial was beautiful with all of the candles and friends. Too sad for my son, he mostly stayed off to himself. I felt like I was chasing him around. I invited Cher to join us again. Maybe this time she will.