I know it's been a while, but I've thinking about you a lot the last few days Camille. I hadn't seen you for years before you left us, and finding out about your death was something I never expected to read on facebook. I regret not keeping you closer. I shouldn't have let the Atlantic ocean, the U.S. land mass, the job hunt, the boyfriend, or the list of errand keep me from staying in touch. Now my chance is gone. You were instrumental in the best adventure I've ever had. Leaving home and going far away to UEA was so important to me...and you were the dearest friend I made in my time in England...My memories about that time mostly involve you some how...it was a blast. Thank you for that, and for being my friend and playing tour guide. I feel like the James Taylor song was written for me...we Americans are a sappy bunch...but it's true. I always thought that I'd see you again. I don't even know if I'll ever want to go back to London now that you're not there. Where ever you are, know that you are loved and missed. xoxo - Amelya

Le temps a passé, bientôt 5 mois que tu as quitté notre monde et j'arrive enfin à écrire un message en ta mémoire. Je me souviens de ton grand sourire, ton rire quand tu jouais avec Louis, les grands yeux pétillants qu'il ouvrait quand tu lui parlais en anglais, cette soirée où un brésilien nous a appris à danser la samba...et je réalise que je suis toujours aussi triste, aussi en colère, que tu me manques et que c'est avec toi que j'aimerais aller danser la salsa samedi soir...puisque tu n'as pas pu guérir quand tu étais sur Terre, j'espère que tu as trouvé le repos que tu méritais et que tu fais rire et danser les anges là-haut:)

I miss you every day. That's all. Tabby xxx