Here she lies (in bed of Spice)
Fair as Eve in Paradise:
For her beauty it was such
Poets could not praise too much.
Come, people, come and in a-ring
Her supremest requiem sing:
Then depart, but see ye tread
Lightly, lightly o'er the dead.
But I'm over the flight. The death of Jessica, not so much. I'm thinking of writing an essay about it all as a virtual memorial and passing the proceeds to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation which is doing what it can for families like my brother's, devastated by an inherited life-limiting condition that has no cure.
Carry on. It's all we can do.