Sylvia, you are dearly loved. I think about you every day. I often think about what you were like and I can only imagine it. I imagine that you had a heart of gold, and you were someone who was willing to help people and give some of your love to them. I imagine that your heart was fragile and tender. In my mind, I feel like you were shy, yet at the same time you had a bubbly personality. I feel like you were a happy and positive child growing up. I wish I had known you and I wish I could've been your friend. The way you could've helped people and the love you could've given them would've been able to flourish in the hearts of those who needed love. If your life could've gone on, I'm sure that you would've made a wonderful impact in peoples' lives. When I was younger, I always wanted to be a writer because I was really good in English and my writing skills were so much better than my math skills. However, in my early 20's, I realized that writing was just a hobby for me and I like helping people more. I enjoy the feeling of making someone else happy. You see, the reason I feel so close to you is because I feel like your personality was a lot like mine. Maybe not totally like mine though. You are missed every day.