Our Special Angel

My greatest fear after Kristen’s passing was that she would be forgotten.  The 13-year-old who danced, played the violin, quoted Shakespeare in everyday conversation, who sat nervously in a Paris restaurant, practicing in her head, so that she might order, by herself, in French.  A young girl who, even when ill, remained in perpetual motion: writing stories, poetry, designing costumes and recreating Gene Kelly’s choreography.  Then her story stopped suddenly.  Completely.Moments...