If she were gone tomorrow...

My dear Dianne.
She was the most beautiful woman I ever met. Her sense of humor was amazing, and ridiculously funny.
She could love more deeply than was humanly possible. My closest sister, my friend, my dear Dianne.
Her presence calming, her elegance unmatched. I have never seen anyone who could work all night and
go all the next day with such radiance and strength.
If you needed someone to be there, if you needed a friend and a close companion, she was the very
definition. There was no one in the world like my dear Dianne.
There are so many ugly things in this world. Greed, hate, disease, and heartache, just to name a few.
But my Dianne countered those things with her very being. She was more generous than I could ever
think to be. Generous with everything. Her money, her time and her support. She fought hate with a passion.
She suffered quietly with disease, and no one would know her misery. Her heart bled of sorrow, but she
would never cease to smile.
My dear Dianne would sit and quietly cry in the dark shadows of the night. She could not bear the thought
of causing hurt to those dear to her. So she kept it to herself.
So beautiful, my dear Dianne.
I miss her so deeply, with every ounce of my soul. I cannot name the times she gave me hope, inspiration, and
helped me through. I felt her heart break. I heard her voice shake. I saw the sadness behind the twinkle
in those shining eyes.
She was a better woman than I have ever seen. You cannot replace her, she was one of a kind. Priceless,
she was a treasure whose worth went far behond her laugh, her wit and her charm.
She would stay by you forever! She would never let you down! She would be your very own personal cheerleader.
If you needed pepped up, she would never fail to bring a smile!
I only wish you could have seen her, and known her like I did. Because not knowing my Dianne, never being loved
by her is like never having tasted what it is like to have a bosom friend. She would lay her life down gladly
for her friend, and for certain, there is no greater love.
If only you had known her, you would understand.
She was, more than any other, my hero to the end. My sweetest, long-lost sister. My friend, my dear Dianne.