All I can say is my God. I didn't know Cory that well at all. But she left an indelible impression on my life. By happenstance I met her on a shuttle to New York in the mid-eighties. We hit it off and spoke by phone a few times. Several months later, when I had to go to New York again, we met at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and went through the collection together. I spoke to her one more time, by phone, a couple of years later. I sent her a book -- Rumors of Spring by Richard Grant. (Funny, I had not thought of that in decades until now.) And that was it. but she left a lasting impression on me; I thought of her over the years and always thought of "what if?" and "it might have been." I would have loved to be a real friend of hers. In my brief exposure she seemed to be a wonderful person. So this morning, again, unbidden, the thought of Cornelia entered my head, but this time the thought became impetus. I would look her up on the internet, reestablish contact, find out how she's been doing all these years. And I am devastated to find that road is not open to me. That chapter is closed.
If her death strikes me so profoundly, I can only imagine how stricken her family and friends, those who knew her and loved her, must be. I am so sorry for your loss. I am so envious that you had the privilege of knowing her.