As one of Penny's many friends, I had the good fortune of being especially remembered by Melicent, though I had only met and sat with her once. She remembered Sandy and she remembered Roger. What did I do to be remembered? I gave Penny some hand-painted book marks to give to her Mom - discarded scraps and pieces of paintings on arches watercolor paper of Bali dancers. I don't know if Melicent used them, but she remembered and asked about me, and that is an honor coming from the mother of a friend, like a blessing from a sage.