She met her oncoming death by celebrating life–lunching with friends, going to the Metropolitan Museum to see an exhibit, taking in a Broadway play. Although her legs were wont to buckle, she insisted on walking. One time walking at the Met with her brother, her legs gave way and she fell into his arms. She fell several times in her apartment in a single day, and gave me this news, nonchalantly, without self-pity, a woman of indomitable strength.
We met late in life, on a trip to India of all places. But our friendship was instantaneous and enduring and will give me nourishment for the rest of my life.
