The second anniversary's of Priti's death
Re-reading the Scarlet Letter for Quals, Hester Prynn's Pearl made me think about Priti's daughter. I can't remember her name, but she must be about eight now. I still feel so awful for her, to have lost her mother so young. Then I got to thinking about Priti again, and that same old melancholy overtook me. Then, with a shock, I realized that I had missed the second anniversary of her death. February 5th was over a month ago; between Quals and life, I'd forgotten in completely. The realization made me sad. I have never been infatuated with prescribed "annual" dates, like birthdays or anniversaries of any sort, but I wish there was something I could do. She has no grave to visit, though, even if it wouldn't have been in Florida; her parents (who are Hindi, I believe) had her cremated.