|River, what words could I use to tell you I still love you,|
I still miss you and I still cry for you.
River the only language fitting to talk to you in
is the language of those who have been
truly affected by your death and mostly by your life.
I guess that means every word that your fans speak.
I hate crying for you, for I didn't know you.
But just by looking at us, by speaking
you made us all feel that we knew you inside out.
I just wished others might have felt that,
and maybe just maybe they would have seen your pain
and your weakness.
|Sinead Tolan - Belfast,
October 16, 2004