I was at the failwell service in Australia Victoria today -- I used to be a student in Frannies Year; She didn't talk to me much but for every time she did she showed such a beaming and radiant smile I will never forget.. And I'm the shy type.. its funny how comfortable I could talk with her.. I miss her just like everyone who has known her -- It was a very quiet week when I found out this news, I did not want to believe it was true and I kept repelling it. What made it hurt more is that she had much in common with me; and who knows if I had excepted her into my life what good friends we could have been. We all seem to take for granted what we have until its gone. And there isn't a better time to learn through this.. We should take a lesson from Francesca with her lively warm soul and support one another like she did. Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart. - Marcus Aurelius

Frannie, I will always remember our closing Friday shifts together at sumo. If you were working I knew it would be a fun night. Your smile and laughter was catching. We would talk about Twilight and compare the hot boys. I am so sad to hear that this world will never see you again, and that I never got to say goodbye. You had so much zest and such a promising future ahead of you, and that has now been taken away. I feel for your family and friends as their hearts will never stop aching. But the beautiful memory of you will always live on. You inspired me to become a better person, and brought out the best in me. I hope that where ever you are now, you are laughing and smiling, just like you always were on Earth. I'll always remember you Frannie, a special girl that can never be replaced and will never be forgotten. Emma Morrissey.

Fran, I did not know you for long but I'm glad I did. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the star shine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die. Rob