Does that sound stupid -- missing someone you don't even know, but I do. DH and I went to the bookstore last night and I saw a new book coming out with the proceeds going to her charities. It was huge, I have no idea how much it costs. I sat down and started reading the book her butler wrote. I started thinking how I missed her, seeing how beautiful she looked, reading about the drama of her life. I just always liked her and thought she seemed down to earth and someone you could talk too. I remember getting up early to watch her wedding and her funeral. I even had a huge collection of magazines with her on the cover, then I cleaned out my closet one day and thought this is dumb, I'm tossing these. A few months later she died in the car crash. It will be 7 years this 8/31.