Writing a tribute to a 35-year-old woman who, according to many, had it all is much like an apprentice trying to paint the Sistine Chapel in a day. A life well lived and lived fully is difficult to capture in words, not because there is little to say, but because there is much, and the best phrases have become the worst of clichés. However, it is never good form for a writer to apologize to his reader prior to giving his words a chance to speak for themselves. So, I offer no apology for what follows, but only hope that my words might provide a simple foundation upon which your imagination, O reader, might stand as you reflect upon the things lost and the things gained five years ago when the towers fell.
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