Sometimes when all three of them went to the river
and Richard fished, and Patty and Elizabeth swam
they were happy together, letting each other alone
yet staying together in an ideal place, with the rapids
not too fast, and the fish big enough to keep,
and when they grew hot they could cool off in the water.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2009 at 8:15 PM

    Patty, this is such a lovely picture of a beautiful memory. I can see the three of you so content at the river's edge. I also love the photo of Elizabeth swimming. Thank you for sharing these cherished moments with us.

    Love
    Cindy

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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