Oh Christmas Tree!

Season full of Hope and Peace!
We hope you had a peaceful time in PR.
Here is a picture of our tribute to Lizzy on our
Christmas Tree. See you soon.
Love, Mary, Steve, Cook and Nick

1 comment:

  1. Thanks, Nick, for bringing a dinosaur to Grandpa's funeral and showing it to me at a key moment. I felt that she would have done something similar if she could have been there.


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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