I dreamt as a teenager of going to Ireland to visit herwith permission of course. I had so many questions about her books, I even wrote down a list and folded it up and kept it on the shelf next to my collection. I cried the day she died, it was almost like losing a member of my family that I had never met. But it felt like I had after reading so many of her books.over and over again. Even now I have tears in my eyes remembering what we lost.