Lani was tenacious and fiercely spirited, perfectly self-deprecating, yet unwavering and unwilling to compromise on all the right things. I have so many fond memories of her and of her deep, enduring friendship with my mom, Barbara Young. They were complete opposites, yet somehow it worked beautifully.

I am endlessly grateful to Lani for helping to keep me alive as a tiny baby, living with my mom when my dad had to travel for school during the weekdays. That care and steadiness defined her in so many ways. I also treasure our memories at the cottage and also of visiting her in London and later in Stratford, always surrounded by her beloved dogs—Buddy, Bob, Bourbon, and Mr. Happy—and, of course, by the great love of her life, Mau. I am heartbroken by her departure, but comforted knowing that she and Mau are now reunited.

I love you, Lani. You were the very best godmother, and I promise to keep your memory alive within my own family and with my boys, who adored you so much.

Forever your Jools.