A few years ago, when Gina came out to Denver for a medical meeting, she called and Gary and I met her for dinner in Downtown Denver. We met in the lobby, and I remember as she walked toward us, the thought popped into my head that she looked like she owned the hotel. I was impressed that she had such a gentle powerful presence. We walked down the 16th street mall and found a cajun resturant that we all enjoyed and had such a comfortable easy connection discussing everything from female body parts to skiing and jazz music in New Orleans. At the time, I remember wishing that I could have more times together... After dinner we walked back up the 16th street mall as horse carts clipped by and felt joy at the easy companionship together. Gina, I love you and miss you. Julia Anderson