Nancy, Donna, Ophelia. What do they have in common? Nancy was resilient. Walking in the halls of the care center kept her going. Even when she finally had to use a wheelchair, she simply kept going, enjoying the limited freedom she was well aware of. Donna was a woman of simple elegance, of immense beauty and strength. She smiled at everyone in church, held her husband's hand, and spoke only when she must. Ophelia was a wife, mother, poet, and my mentor in college. I admired and adored her for her intelligence and the burning passion in her poems. What do they have in common aside from being the women I wanted to be? They all left me this fall, in such quiet dignity and grace -- enough to make me love them more.