On May 20, 2004, Anastasia left us.

The end was peaceful, without struggle or complaint, in her home, just after midnight. Nearby, her mother's portrait glowed, lit by a soft light. Favorite music played gently. I held her hand.

Let all who loved her know that her last two days were good days.

As she slept, crowds of friends, old and new, filled our home with laughter, tears, and hugs. Goodbyes were said. Love poured over my Princess as a sparkling stream; all fear and regret was washed away.

Even to the end, I believe that she felt our touch and heard our voices.

To some, my Princess was a pillar against which to lean. To many, she was a breeze that sped their ship. To others, she was a song that lightened their burden. To all, she was a gift.

Keep her memory close, so that her hand, gentle and loving, will always be against your cheek, and her voice, smiling and sweet, will always be whispering near.

--- Roger