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To say that Cassandra was an influence on my life, is like saying the ocean is big. Such simple words cannot convey the vastness, the complexities, and the intricacies of who she was to me. She was so large a part of my life, that with the naivety of the young, I assumed she would forever be there. She was an unchanging force from my childhood, a rock through my youth, and a friend in my adulthood. It still seems hard to fathom that she is gone. I want to tell you who she was to me: She was my inspiration. I remember watching her draw, and swallowing up every pencil stroke. I'd ask questions, and she'd slowly go over lines, telling me the