The memorial walkway at Nathan Adelson Hospice, which contains your marker in the footpath, is just around the corner. I drive by it a few times a week. I always think of you. But not just there. Your memory lives in numerous places around time. I drive by some places and smile. I drive by other places and cry. Your memory lives in the hearts and minds of all of us that called you Honey Ko, or Lola, or Ate. It's been 9 years, and although it hurts less today, the hole in my heart is just as big.