Last Friday I went to my cousin's memorial, he was killed 21 years ago, when he was 23... we went to his grave and stood there, and his sister read out loud something that she's wrote. She told how, when she was a kid, she saw her neighbours crying over the grave of their son who's been dead for 10 years and she asked herself, 'do you still cry after 10 years? Does it still hurt that much?' And now, standing in front of her brother's grave she said, "21 years later I can tell you: Yes, it still hurts so much." And they all cried, his parents and his sisters. I stood there and couldn't help thinking about Heath. We love him, and we cry over him, but we didn't really know him in real life... how much time is it gonna take for the pain to lessen? Some day it's not going to hurt that much, is it? Years from now... but for his family, his parents and his sisters, the people who were a real part of his life and he was a part of theirs - this pain is never going away.