A few weeks ago, I got an email inviting me to Nancy’s memorial.  A year before, I received an email invite to bring Nancy meals as she recovered from cancer treatments.   I met Nancy only a few times through a business transaction.  But she left a small legacy in my home that shall remain:  a stained glass window in my bathroom. Every morning, I see her legacy as I get out of my shower.  She probably didn’t remember me, and I can barely remember what she looked like.  She was friendly and loved what she did.  We talked about things I don’t remember.  I remember the colors and textures of glass in her shop.  Nancy struggled for with a bad economy in the Austin economy.  Stained glass was a luxury that a lot of builders cut out.  Her work was, and is, beautiful.  I always meant to have her do a piece for the front door.  I put it off for too long for it to become a reality, but I can say that I have a small piece of her art. When we bought our current house, we had two mortgages so a…