Her daughter wrote to me after I sent them my french books. We now write every Noel.

The daughter requested I give the aunt a call. I tried last year to no avail. Today was a success and she picked up the phone.

I told her I would call back in a month.

She never let show her sadness and woes and was bubbling with pep and joy on the phone, though forgetting everyone's names. I made an offering to her late husband mononcle Jerome to look after her in her old age. He died a good 10-15 years ago and more. May she be well, happy and at peace! om shanti om.