Pictures of Elizabeth with her dad

 
Eiffel Tower 2004
 
Narrowsburg, 1996 
 
Elizabeth and Whiskers, Minnesota, 1993
 


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  1. AnonymousFebruary 26, 2010 at 11:24 PM

    She is breathtakingly beautiful. A really impish spirit shines through the photographs.

    Claire

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  2. Alexander ShulanMarch 3, 2010 at 6:20 AM

    These pictures are really wonderful. I can't tell you how much the existence of this website has meant and means to me.

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  3. Patricia MarkertMarch 3, 2010 at 9:26 AM

    Thank you for your comments. I look at these pictures every day, and love her clear gaze in each, and her relationship with her dad who she loved so much.

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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