from Uncle Brian

Yesterday, Diane, Helene, Katy and I were in the waiting area. At the time, Uncle Kevin may have been there as well. I don't recall all the particulars. Kevin has made great efforts to be with Courtney, Katy and Craig and Diane during the weeks since Courtney was admitted. Driving from Boston to Providence and then back to West Roxbury while working full time, and juggling his schedule and taking care of his two beautiful daughters is no easy task. It is a labor of love.
A woman entered the waiting area/elevator vestibule and was awaiting the elevator as we sat there. Diane, excusing herself, jumped up and went over to speak with this stranger. I watched as they conversed and hugged as the stranger thanked Diane again and again for what I didn't know.
When Diane returned I asked her, "who is that"? The woman was a mother who has a daughter, Courtney's age, who also was involved in a bad car wreck. Diane, even in the face of her own pain, was reaching out to soothe others.