Perhaps I can try to offset the emo-ness by saying that I am grateful for what happened, as much as I would have preferred it to have happened differently. I am glad that I was part of it and that I was able to at least say some of the things I wanted to. I'll remember that night on my deathbed and I think I will die happy.

Oh, and who is complaining about her not being like they imagined? I haven't seen a single person say something to that effect, unless PA and his writing counts. What we got was reality, and that's all I ever wanted. If I had wished to stick with the imaginary Cracky in my head, I wouldn't have been there.

QQ, as they say.