On Byrne and bellydancing

          I was going through old photos of Byrne the other day and found the perfect example of what she meant to her adopted daughters.  Lillian was the first of my "sisters-by-Byrne" that I met in Beaufort and she had finally met the man she was supposed to have been married to all along. A little later than she would have liked, but better than never. At the time, I was secretly jealous. I was still years away from finding my Duncan, which is what Byrne wanted for all of us. A man as...