|River was an angel in a tormented man's body.|
He was as beautiful as a white daisy
glistening under a summer morning sun.
We all miss you, River,
and cry just thinking about you
and how much we miss you.
We watch your movies to see your beautiful face
and look up at the stars to catch a
glimpse of you watching back.
I love you, River. You are missed.
|Colleen Reilly - New Albany, Indiana,
December 16, 1997