It's me again, with a little thread creep myself -- but it's kinda relevant --

Years after John's death, I went to a concert by his son, Julian, with a girlfriend. We were late getting there, and we ran across the street -- against the red light -- to get to the concert hall. A long white limo almost hit us -- just missed us by inches. The limo pulled around the corner and stopped. The darkened window rolled down, out pops Julian Lennon's head. He sticks his arm out the window and shakes his finger at the pair of us and says, 'Now girls, you be more careful than that now, all right? See you inside.'

Totally bizarre.

And thank you, Callie. My heart has healed, as much as it can. I was closer to my cousin than even my own sister. She was a beautiful person and artist that deserved a much longer life than she was allowed. Every song I sing, I sing for her. She will live in my heart for as long I live, and I thank God that I was allowed the gift of her love.

With every good prayer, Áine