She always felt like “one of us” and always seemed to be whatever age we were, a comrade and fellow traveler who also nurtured and supported us. She was the woman who sang at the top of her lungs, who played Ping-Pong with gusto, and who had us all read Shakespeare aloud, cuddled up in her four-poster bed. She was the lonely girl who craved connection and who, as an adult, recognized and responded to that need in others.
