We were college roommates so long ago. She was the Maid of Honor at my wedding. She loved cats, crochet and purple. She would forward emails with dancing bunnies exhorting you to pass it on to get a smile. You know the ones I mean. I would reply to her emails with thanks, joking telling her that I didn't mind getting them because then I knew she was alive. Last week the emails stopped.
Go with God, Neener.