Hockey has become my life. I'm addicted. Addicted to the rush of adrenaline when I pick up a pass, to the cheer of the crowd (okay, Andrea, my personal Athletic Supporter, and if I'm lucky another friend or two) when I take the ice or have a smooth move. I also like the fact that my carpal tunnel problems have pretty much disappeared and that my body is stronger and better defined, if not yet skinny like Kate Moss.

And right now, 3 weeks after her passing, 3 weeks to the moment after I sat weeping over her little body, I just don't want to slow down and think about how truly lonely and sad I am without Alice. She was the most amazing thing in my life, she could do no wrong. I do not see how I could go one day, one minute without missing her so much it hurts.