My sister Mary and I both resemble her in our direct approach to life, our interest in being students as much as teachers, and in our love of travel.
When I go to Amsterdam next week, I'll be going to museums she always wanted to see, and to Anne Frank's house as well. That will be the best way I can think of to remember her and all she taught us over the years.
Happy birthday, Mother Dear! When I'm in watercolor class tomorrow morning, I'll be painting poppies, the flower of remembrance.