She may no longer grace the halls of PS 41, but her spirit will live on forever. My dear Angel, thank you for allowing me to be a part of your circle of friends. I loved you dearly and you will forever hold a very special place in my heart.

Each time I walk through the halls I can hear the voice of my dear friend, Stephanie. These were the nicknames she had for some of her dear friends... She would say "Doll", "Ca-ca", "Coco", "Cushwa", or "Di"

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.