|So pathetic all I have of you,|
Is a box of pictures, articles, and your movies.
My dream was to meet you.
Now it won't happen.
Dreams come true? Not for me.
I may finally meet you when I die,
It won't be the same you'll be young, I'll be old.
But my child will still be named after you.
|Angie Christensen - Minnesota,
February 19, 1998