I still think a lot about Cynthia and still have trouble conceiving that she’s gone. I remember the time late in her illness when I took her to church with me. This was on a Sunday in December 2010 before Christmas. At the end of the service she had always been called upon to “form the circle”, that is, ask everyone to hold hands around the sanctuary and lead “Carry the flame of peace and love until we meet again.” In our small church she had been chair of the Worship Committee and often its only member. Well, on this occasion Richard, our minister, asked Cynthia if she could again lead the forming of the circle. She had been in a bad way, talking very little and was very uncomfortable, hardly wanting to go to church. Suddenly I was amazed as she rose to her feet and very clearly asked people to form the circle, mentioned things about the sermon, brought up some other appropriate things (I don’t remember the details), and led people in the closing words: Carry the flame of peace and love until we meet again. She was back to her old self, in spite of her crushing illness, just for those few minutes. Totally amazing! How did she do it?