Nature creates perfection but rarely and shares it with us frugally.   Some few are lucky enough to find such perfection, to hold it up to the light and see it's full glory. Migi wasn't perfect as a diamond is perfect, she was perfect in the way that a tailored suit is perfect - for me.   She completed me.

And, she was perfect as a friend. Her friends spoke freely and  emotionally of the loss of their "sister," their friend. She had the kind of clarity of thought and vision that allowed her to see to the essence of things.  Her counsel carried with it the wisdom that comes from simple understanding. A beacon to wisdom, an anchor for the soul, she was so much more than we had the right to expect.

Migi touched people in ways that are hard to describe.  In November of  '96 we went to the brain tumor conference in San Diego.  She hadn't wanted to go, but went because I wanted to. She really just wanted to quietly spend her time going places, doing things.  She wasn't interested in being "sick" or acting sick  We attended a support group session, however, and afterward she told me she enjoyed it very much.  One of the couples we met that weekend were Linda and Mike Leo.  Some time later Mike Leo wrote this poem for Migi:

Migi didn't actually say those words, her English wasn't that good. But we talked of her attitude and beliefs during the meeting and I had spoken of her on the BRAINTMR listserv. But, as Mike says, without a word, you could sense something special in her.  He felt it, and now shares it with you.