Cindy was my wife Lori's sister and my friend of thirty-eight years. The courage and determination with which she fought this horrible disease was an inspiration to all who knew and loved her. The following poem, written by her brother Rob, captures the feelings of loss and frustration at one being taken so young and who was loved and needed by so many.

Death never comes at a good time.

But sometimes it visits before life is complete.

Steals a wife, a mother, sister, daughter, friend.

and we bang our angry fists on the floor

cry and wonder what we might have done.

But none of us has failed her,

just as she never failed us.

And there is much still to do now

Someone better make a list.

-Rob Britt August 15,1997