What I forgot to say yesterday

I remembered later that so many years later, I did do something for Tante Lena. 

Tante Lena had no one to remember her when she died. She had no one to continue her line, as the expression goes. There was no one to name a child after her according to tradition. Who would do that?

But I did that. I named my daughter Lauren after Tante Lena. Lauren’s Jewish name is Lea Bela, Tante Lena’s Jewish name.

What a major event I forgot.

And I named my daughter precisely after Tante Lina so that Tante Lena would be remembered for so long as anyone is.

Indian Ocean Update:

A delicate ocean this morning. The horizon is a straight clear line. A band above it, a band as wide-seeming as a wide hair band, is a beautiful light pink, and above that a band of pure whiteness, not identifiable as clouds, and then, above the whiteness, a pale blue clear sky.

Even as I type, the sky above the sea changes its appearance, and the pink band has gone somewhere, I know not where.