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I just read a movie is to be made about Jeff Buckley’s life. I remember a year before Vincent passed away when he was still hanging on and yet it was clear the end was not far away I used to sing in my mind “Halleluiah” and was ready to believe in anything that would save him.  I miss him terribly. I wish he was here to say “I’m sorry” for each time I mistreated him. I wish I could trade my life for his. I wish.