Her name spoke of Germanic strength and drive.  A Viennese woman whose childhood was cut short:  She and her father ran from Hitler when she was 10 years old.  Once in America she was abused by the nuns, fought her way through the male dominated world of academia to obtain her Ph.D., and dealt with a mother incapable of love for her child.  She packed away these many wounds and more in the suitcase of her own dominate will and forged ahead.  She ran from her wounds as she had run from Hitler--efficiently, struggling to live free, and hoping for a new horizon.  When her 42 year old daughter died of a brain tumor leaving behind 2 grandchildren under the age of 6 she could run no more.  In the flood of feeling that followed she found the weakness that would be her greatest gift:  her capacity to cry and grieve and feel the wounds of the present and of a lifetime.  As if one loss wasn't enough her best friend's daughter died of a brain tumor shortly thereafter and a daughter in law followed.  She broke over the threshold of sorrow to find connection with friends and family in a depth she had never experienced before--one human being in need of love hurting with other human beings looking for that same love.