Though Sylvia Madrigal and I were in the same residential college at Yale--Hopper, then called Calhoun--at almost the same time, we didn't then know each other. Our paths didn't cross for another oh let's see thirty-five years, when she came to the Yale Writers' Conference.
In the story linked here, she describes how a life-shattering loss led to a life-embracing transformation. It's deeply moving and deftly told. I am very proud of her.