I thought about writing something humorous and witty this morning, but I couldn't think of anything.

Then I thought I'd write something inspirational and uplifting, but again my little brain went blank.

I moved on to something intelligent and thought-provoking, but I had nothing.

I considered sharing one of my secret original recipes but my originality seems to have taken a vacation and I was pretty sure that most people out there are already familiar with Shake-n-Bake.

Then, I received an email from a long time friend ... an old boyfriend from high school who found me a few years ago on Classmates.com.  We've kept in touch via email ever since.

The email was short, simply telling me that he wouldn't be around for a while and to do an internet search on his step-daughters name. He added a P.S.: "Don't ever pass up a chance to tell your daughter and grandkids you love them."

Just from the tone of the email, I knew this was not going to be good.  And it wasn't.

Holly Jean Quick, sixteen years old, was raped and murdered in Sparks, Nevada.

You never know when it will be too late to say "I love you."   Don't take the chance.