My last recollection of being with Mumtaz was finding myself in the presence of a peaceful, compassionate soul knowing that her spirit was about to return to its source. There was something humbling and deeply moving about that experience, and I felt a deep sadness and joy that I had never come to know her as well as I could. She has passed over, but she is a part of our family no less than when she was alive. Bless you Mumtaz, and thankyou for helping me to know a little more about what death brings to those of us who are left behind.