Well Chris, I am convinced that everything happens for a reason. Although it may not have been for me, it was for something. It was a surreal evening with her that night... she had alot of wisdom & talked to me like I knew her my whole life. She was indeed a special lady with quite a past. I think of her every time I walk out to shop- pieces of her bumper/parts laying on the side that I promised I would get rid of for her. She died alone & lonely... but I was able to be a part of her final hours & be a friend. It helped me get out of myself & remember what really matters. Cheers, Scoot