I will forever hold dear the last four years she shared with me.  Janice was so welcoming to me when we first moved to Medford and we quickly became as close as sisters.  Together, we could laugh again like teenagers and finish each other's sentences.  There are no zinnias planted in front of her big red house this year, they are gone like she is, but the joy she gave is never forgotten;  the pain of too much tenderness.