It has only been over the summer that I started conversing with Skittles (Gina Smith of Toronto) and I knew that she was a soul in a very fragile state crying out in pain from her life experiences. I became her friend and tried to get her to see that the world was really a kind place and that people did care about her, but sometime in September I stopped hearing from her. I used to collect pictures and cartoons and forward them to her. Last night I got word that she had passed away (suicide) on Sept. 20th and I am usually not affected by anyone's death like I have been by hers. I found myself sobbing myself to sleep. Something tells me that she wasn't done with her soul contract and the pain is ripping through my body. My cat sensed it last night. While he usually isn't in to being a cuddly cat at night he tapped me on the cheek with his paw and snuggled up close. I will always love and miss Gina. She is my reminder to always think the best of my fellow man and to send my healing thoughts and prayers to everyone. I may or may not have made a difference in her life, but I do hope it was for the better.