The wind was whipping my face, back, legs. Good thing I brought my long heavy scarf. The line for the wake was long. I waited outside for an hour and half, with my not-winter coat, no gloves, dressy shoes. A long winding line of friends and colleagues, waiting to see Jane one last time, but especially to let her family know that Jane was a special person, that she had a beautiful smile that lit up a room, that we will miss her too.