It's through your loss that I live with mine. I never got to know you and I am guilty for only wishing to know better those who loved you and survived you but I believe I felt what made you special during our brief meetings. Jostein may have the worst luck of anyone that I know but he was so fortunate to have found you. He would have spent the rest of his life with you but at least he got a chance to be a part of the last of yours. As a photographer I feel extremely privileged to be the one to take your last formal portraits with all of us knowing your fate and that you would inevitably lose your fight. I look through your photographs and see a woman who knew she had lived a life full of accomplishments but that she still had much more to give. Why did it have to be this way?
Good bye.
