David, we always touched base around this time of year and my birthday, June 9th. You always remembered my birthday with a phone call and card, addressing me as "Alice Jane", which you always did so affectionately. You are the only one who still used my middle name. My husband Andrew had been after me last week and the week before, to contact you to find an address to mail our holiday card. I emailed you at an address I had and it bounced back, I never did get to that phone call and was certainly cut short in my efforts when on Monday I received a phone call from your dear mother. I knew it had to be bad news. I was so blindsided, you seemed more reclusive when we spoke, but I assumed that it was becasue you were putting your heart and soul into building your "dream" home and that it left little time for socializing. Always the perfectionist, it worked to your detriment as well. I cannot understand why you gave up on life. It makes me so sad. We celebrated your 21st birthday together in LA and my 30th! I met you when I was 29 years old, living next door to you and Ben, with my friends Daryl and JD. You and Ben split up, eventually Daryl and JD split up, however my long lasting friendship with both you and Daryl have always been so special. It was because of you that I felt I could leave my family, friends and apartment in NYC to pursue my acting career in LA, I had someone to room with in a strange city and I knew you were going to be my new dear friend. I remember when you picked me up from the airport upon my arrival, with all of my luggage! We went to dinner at the French market in West Hollywood, the first of my many cobb salads there, it was a culture shock! Our food shopping excursions at Gay Fair, we affectionaltey dubbed the supermarket up the street from our Kings Road apartment. We shared so many times, we did so much together, Coronado in San Diego for our first Thanksgiving, Valentines Day with that Burt Reynolds movie, "Best Friends", you loved to cook. We loved our meals in and we loved our meals out at great restaurants. We shared our friends and became one mutual circle. The guys I dated all knew you well and knew that you and I were a team, you were my VBF! Your fascination with Barbra always intrigued me and drove you to distraction. I remember when you and Joe went through her garbage! We spent time with Shirley and John on another trip to San Diego and I know that she and your grandmother, her mother, were the loves of your life! I am so glad that you got to meet my husband Andrew and were at our wedding in NJ in 1996! I am so sorry that your plans to come to my 50th did not come to fruition. We lost touch, but not heart! Shirley and John were always so good to you. My condolences to the entire family. To Shirley and your grandmother, I cannot imagine their pain, you upset the natural order of things. I wish I could have one last conversation with you. I already miss my parents so much when my birthday roles around and there is not card from them and now I am adding you to that list. My birthday will be sad for the absence of those loved ones who made my day all the more special with their loving wishes. I hope you find peace wherever the next journey takes you. Love, Alice Jane Tell