You might remember me. When you were a little girl, I visited your family one summer. We went to Six Flags, rode the Zambesi Zinger, and you, alas, were too short to go on a ride. You started to cry, and with the innocence of a child cried out, “That’s not fair. I drink milk”! I remember David and Sami. All three of you were brilliant, curious and full of life. Seeing how your mother interacted with the three of you deeply influenced my parenting style with my own precious children. They too are very smart…and they have a soul….so I guess it runs in the family.
When I visited you way back when, it was strange for me to hear you talk about your Nana Lily, because your Nana Lily is my Aunt Lil. Although I live in Canada, and don’t touch base with your mother and Uncle Steve very often, I feel very close to both of them because when I was a little girl, they were my “big cousins”. To me, they sounded funny (due to their American accent). Your Uncle Steve had a tremendous sense of humour and your mother? Beyond having deep and dark eyes of mystery, she was a flurry of energy.

Your committment to the humanity of our planet inspires me. Be well. Love, Cousin Betsy (Brody).