Ah dear Alia.  I cannot tell TJ or Jan or Betsy just how much I love you, just how much I think a miracle is in order here if there ever was a miracle.  But we are blessed blessed blessed to know that life is not captured or held prisoner in these fragile frames we think of as our homes.  The dreams you have dreamed of Elizabeth, the things we have known to the depths of our soul from friends who have gone on before us, the wisdom a few masters have seen fit to give us and the simple seed of hope and truth that lies secreted in the vault of our individual divinity, promises us this is but a blip, a pause in our contact and our friendship.  Perhaps you have waited as long as you can to hold your child again, or to see the splendor of life on the other side.  I will miss you desperately. I will view every sunset and every new baby and every miracle or tragedy in life as if I have added your sight to my own.  Our lives are simply links in a chain and I am so glad our chains were interwoven.  Because of this love, this connection, I suspect we will link again and again and in those lovely "In-Between" times we will laugh at the tenacity and fear that make us hold so tight to this illusion called life.  Be free, soar, know you made a difference and touched people and that at least my life is forever changed because you graced it.  I look forward to that laughter on the other side when we high five and say, "I KNEW it."  God speed sweet friend.  I love you.  Bev