Angus and Elizabeth


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  1. AnonymousNovember 28, 2007 at 4:13 PM

    I'm the mother of a young woman who lived in the dorm with Lizzy. The girls still talk about her and how wonderful she was, all the time. You have been in my thoughts since I heard the news.
    There are not words for the sorrow I feel for you and for a lovely life cut short. Just sending long distance thoughts of sympathy and kindness your way.
    Smith Mom
    Class of 2010

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  2. Patricia MarkertMay 11, 2008 at 3:52 PM

    Thank you for writing.

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  3. UnknownMay 27, 2008 at 2:53 PM

    this was a really fun night. we actually just ran around and took polaroids of each other. so silly. i'm so glad you have this picture--i was proud of it, i thought it captured her essence rather well, even then.

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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry