I came home from work and laid across the couch to nap. I had a brief dream of you, I got up and ran down the hall to your room. I threw open the door and called your name. It hurt so bad. I have left your room almost the way you left it. I pick up a few things and put them back. I don't sleep very good when I go to bed. I lay there and think of things that are out of my control. I went to a wedding of your friend, Ray. It hurt to know that I will never to get to plan one with you. You dated a man for a while and now he is talking of marriage. You had so many dreams. He told me a week or two ago that he asked this new girl to marry him. I know he deserves to be happy but I feel it is to soon. Life goes on but I hate it. I Love You Mandi so much and God knows that I miss you. I am still holding on and I will until the end.