I just wanted you to know that I still cried today. In fact yesterday I cried almost 8 hours straight... from just after 4pm till just after 12am. I was going to write you a poem, or attempt to write some touching letter of praise, but since you passed away I feel like I have lost such a big part of who I am. I never realised this would be so hard - it is simply crippling.

I know that a lot of people are struggling to cope with your tragic loss. Which in its own way is an intricately beautiful and wonderful thing, because it is testament to how amazing you were in your time here with us.

No matter who you were with, or what situation you were in, you had the uncanny ability to make whoever happened to be around you feel perfectly comfortable and at home. Whether you were at dinner, dancing up a storm, or even being forced to endure my mothers show and tell with her pet frogs, you would always fit in perfectly, and allow others to do the same.

Everybody saw you as family. You often called me "Your older brother you never had", often at the same time as hugging me and then tickling my ribs to make me jump, and in case you ever missed it while you were here, I thought of you as my little sister, despite the fact you had beautiful tanned coloured skin, were an italian/filo and I happened to be as white as they come.

The reason people are so shocked and distraught by your passing is the most perfect testament to the massive impact you had on their lives. Marisa, you touched everybody without exception and made them feel loved, unique, and special, and if I can all manage in a lifetime what you managed in a short 25 years, then I will count my life as well spent.

Your smile and hugs meant the world, and you know I would give the world to get you back for just one more day.

"Woomie"