from the daughter of a friend and patient

(Submitted by Karen Dorothy Otten Elias.)

I could hear and in my heart feel the grief in my mother Erna's voice when I gave her the news of Kurt's passing. I know that they were childhood friends and remained so in their adult years in this country as well. When I see my mother for her 91st birthday next week, I will write whatever it is that she may want to share on this site. I met Dr. Elias once as a teenager and once again in my twenties. His optimism is what I remember and what I am reminded of in his obituary. That my married name was Elias was pure coincidence, although there was an added coincidence in that my ex-husband Irvin and his sister Liz did go to school with 2 of Dr. Elias' children.

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