I was very sad to receive your original message. Not a day since has passed without my thinking of Rong-Rong [Candy’s middle name]. I do not see her as she was last time we briefly crossed paths, but every time I think of her I see her as a beautiful child in a white wooden house that is bright with the light of Vermont. The college years segregate the ages–and, coming from a small family, I had spent little time with children. Rong-Rong was one of the many gifts you brought to our small college, small town, to our education of heart and mind. I have had reason to be grateful to you before. I will certainly seek out a good deed to do in the next two days. But that won’t be the only time I think of your daughter. I know the image I have of her is as indelible as it is beautiful and important.