I first met Angela in the most tragic of circumstances: immediately after the death of her son, Dev. She and John were in the midst of the worst of all traumas. And yet they – and Ken and Maria – served as the pivot around which the community that knew and loved Dev came together. Angela’s kindness towards me, my sister, and my friends was remarkable; how she summoned such fortitude I will never know. But it was truly inspirational. At that worst of moments, Angela’s and John’s fostering of community allowed all of us to grieve in the comfort of friends, and to celebrate Dev’s life. Angela and John hosted me and my sister in Trinidad and Tobago in late-2008. This allowed me to witness Angela’s gifts firsthand: her remarkable intelligence, her irreducible moral core, her qualities of kindness and empathy. Those two weeks I will never forget. She arranged a weekend at an eco-lodge in Tobago that involved a hike through a rainforest to a waterfall with a remarkably fleet-footed (flip-flop wearing!) guide. We also witnessed the hatching of turtles on the beach, a glorious scene. These scenes have stayed with me, but it was the conversations with Angela that truly endure. Conversing with her was such a pleasure – just as it was with Dev. Indeed, Angela and Dev were so very similar. They had that same spark. I miss them, and John, terribly. But they are my model of how to live a life that gives more than it takes.