My very dear friend and colleague of 25 years died a week ago. She was my friend, mentor, role model, chosen sister and professional confidant. She made mistakes and owned them. She knew how to show her love and had a heart big enough to love the world. She loved me and I felt gifted. The space she leaves empty I don’t even want to fill. I want her always in that place of especially high regard. Her name is Liz.