Dr. Keefe writes on the occasion of her uncle's death. "Don's departure from you in body must be a terribly private intimate cross far beyond any of us to speak about or rightfully to intrude upon. That is your sacred territory alone. But I can assure you that there was no departure of Don, in spirit. In fact, I have never felt closer to Don than I did in these past 2 days with you. He was more present than I have ever known him in you, in Sally, in Nick, in Tom, in Aca, Nat and Emma, in ATKs and in my own family, who, because of him, were able to cry and hug and laugh together. How true it is that death is our second and true baptism -- the fulfillment of something done long ago as a prefiguration at our birth. But I never realized what this new life one enters really means. It means an extension of oneself, such a cosmic expanse of one's mind and being, that everyone gets a few of the sparks that burst from that tanscendence. In those sparks I received some of the new life that Don enjoys now in totality. And that little piece of new life he gave me will not die."