Shine on you crazy diamond.

My sister, Mary, pictured above as Annette Funicello, died last week. We buried her today.

She was a great beauty, like some classic rose. She was funny and loyal and true.

I pray there is a god or at least some divine justice that compensates for mental illness. That you immediately move to another stage on the karmic wheel. A time when the diamond of the soul shines bright and clear, a time of clarity and brilliance and peace.

I love you, Mary. Godspeed.