When I arrived back in New York nearly all the staff in my building (that’s around 20 people) greeted me with hugs. Miguel, one of the doormen, confided that during Laura’s last weeks she had told him, ‘Lucie is my angel. Take care of her when I am gone.’  We both cried and hugged some more. Then he added, ‘Even when she wasn’t well, Laura would walk out the door with the most beautiful smile on her face.’  Here is my beautiful angel.