I am a refugee child and fled from Croatia to Germany in the 90s. I only knew Croatian and German when I first met Gaye online in 2007. She must have seen something special in me because she had the patience to befriend me, even though I couldn't speak a single word of English. I owe my English skills to her alone. In 2009, I was diagnosed (once again) with leukemia. The first time was in 2001, and given the tortures I had to endure back then, I didn't have the strength to go through chemotherapy and radiation therapy again. Gaye took the time to listen to me, and through hours-long conversations, she convinced me that it was worth fighting on. She literally saved my life because I actually didn't want to undergo the therapy. Over the years, we deepened our friendship, and she became more and more like a big, protective sister to me, like family. She told me about her life, her own family, and sometimes she jokingly referred to me as her third unborn child. My thoughts are with her family. She holds a place in my heart as long as it beats.