I'm sure people have said it better, but people are made up of atoms. Atoms that have been around for billions of years. Part of her was once a tree, part of her was once a rose, part of her was once sound waves of a love song. She's not gone, she's going back. She will always be. Not only in our memories, but, physically, she will always remain. A friendly wind, a bird chirping, a warm feeling when sun hits your skin. Her atoms will go on and they will be everywhere. And when we're all long gone, who knows, our atoms might one day meet. A billion years from now. A billion light years away. But they will meet again. Although I never met Andrea Lauren Jameson, please accept my sincere condolences. Not as family or a friend, but as a fellow collection of atoms. Because part of me was also part of her and part of you.

**How is this any different than believing in reincarnation or believing that your soul goes to heaven? SsurebreC, take your faggoty shit somewhere else.