Elizabeth's name is still on the voting registration rolls even though after she received a request for jury duty I sent in her death certificate.

I wish she could have lived to see this day. I am so happy for all the young people her age whose first presidential election was so historic and full of a feeling of liberation.

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  1. I think she would have been proud. I still miss her often. Thank you for this blog; I hope it continues to help you. It has been such a comfort to me.

    -A friend from Packer


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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