I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. What can I possibly say to express to these people how much SG-1 had meant to me? How do I do justice to the best friends I have ever had, and the man who showed me what love truly was?

"When Daniel and I made the announcement that we were going to get married, both Jack and Sam looked at me as if I'd just announced that they had to redo their annual physicals."

Good Janet crack a joke, I thought to myself, knowing that without any humour I was going to be in tears within minutes, although I seriously doubted that any humour was going to stop that. There was a small laugh from the audience, as my tactic of trying to lighten them was well known.

"At first I was really worried, thinking that they thought that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. Then they turned round and asked me if I was sure it was such a good idea, as it meant that my name would be Janet Jackson!"

I saw Cassie smile in the front row; she obviously remembered that.

"When the news came through about the attack, I was physically ill," I informed them, knowing that would surprise anyone who knew me. It takes a lot to make me vomit - I've been through the Stargate enough times, and as a doctor I've seen many unappetising things.

"With the attack, I lost a lot more than a husband. I lost my best friend; the closest friends I have ever had. The SGC had only been operating for a few months before I was transferred here. My first encounter with SG-1 was when both Jack and Sam were under the control of a virus, causing them to revert back to their primeval urges. Never in a million years would I have ever guessed that those four people would turn out to be four of the most important people in my life. They brought me my eldest daughter, they taught me to love again. They have remained by my side, or I by theirs, for over twenty years now, and now they're gone."

I bit on my lip, trying to force back the tears. "But what I have to try to remember, what we all have to remember, is that as long as we remember them then they will live on. And in that way, SG-1 are immortal..." I could feel the tears started to run down my cheeks, but my hands were firmly grasping at the podium. "Because each one of them was so unique, they will never be forgotten.... Oh God." I paused, and my hand came up to try and wipe away the seemingly end of tears. "I can't continue... I'm sorry."

With my head bowed, and my vision blurry, I was barely aware of the figure that brushed past me to get to the podium; a brief squeeze on the shoulder trying to infuse me with strength. Oh Daniel, I miss you.