 And I'm not sad at all. I just feel as if she's, you know, people always say, you know, she's in a better place. And, you know, you take it for what it is. But I really feel that way, especially since when I go up to her apartment, she's always like a pigeon just waiting on the ledge of her terrace. A pigeon has never been on the ledge of her terrace when she was alive. There's this pigeon there, and I'm like talking to the pigeon, like, you know.