Oh gosh. How awful. I'm pleased she helped you, but so sorry you never got to look her up and she died. There was a lovely girl who used to help me when I was in primary school. I don't think she stood up to the bullies, but she was just there for me. We'd spend lunchtimes together. She was quite a bit older than me and took me under her wing. I found out she died young too. I will remember her, too. When she left to go to secondary school, she gave me a little cat. I kept it for years until all the fur had come off. I treasured her memory.