Kris
Sari was a woman whose spirit I treasured and will miss.
I met her in 1975, when we formed a friendship that has never been far from my heart, even as our contacts dwindled to a card a year – but we never skipped exchanging holiday greetings, complete with notes. I learned so much from Sari, from the mundane (a recipe I still make once a year, which I believe was from her Hungarian grandmother) through the insights of how siblings can affect one another, for better or worse. (I knew, and have fond memories of, her brother; I never knew her sister, but have clear memories of Sari’s recollections of her).
My heart goes out to all who knew this remarkable woman. RIP, Sari.
Kris
