It was often said of my mother that she could make six new friends if you left her at a bus stop for 10 minutes. She loved books and read everything. She loved to travel and Nepal and India were heart places for her. When she turned 80, I asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She said, a trip to South India, and off she went for a month, often riding on the back of her guide’s motorcycle.
She volunteered at Childhaven, a school for abandoned children in Kathmandu, and it was those children who gave her the name Meriama, “honored mother.”