I first met Debbie in 1982. I brought her to Adat Ari El, where I was program director, to participate in a new Shabbat evening program for families. She lived in Dallas at the time, was childhood friends with my student intern from St. Paul. She was at the beginning of her career yet it was clear from the first moment that something and someone remarkable had been unleashed on our world. We remained close. Seven years later, she called when she learned of my husband Jerry's death. She offered to perform a concert in his memory, which we did, raising significant funds for scholarships for Camp Ramah. It was at that concert that my girls and I--all of us assembled, in fact--heard her beautiful Mi Shiberach. My older daughter, Adina to everyone but Debbie, to whom she always was and will continue to be Adinaleh, formed her own special relationship with Debbie while living in New York. Debbie is part of our family narrative and part of our collective soul. She shall remain there forever. Sally