Reviving Some Loving Memories of Parents

This is to thank Dave Larsen for the timeless article about grown-ups’ sorrow on the loss of their parents (“The Sorrow of a Grown-Up Goodby,” July 30).

My father passed away when I was 3 and my mother in 1974, just one year after I had graduated from USC Engineering School. Yet, just a few days ago I had a wonderful dream that my mother was helping me get through college.

I’m sure I would not have gone through engineering school without my mother’s moral support, especially since I was the only female in my class.

Every time I do a good job or complete a big or difficult project, I dream my mother is still alive; sometimes I dream about my father also.

Who would want to forget such wonderful parents?

EREMITA MIRANDA

La Canada Flintridge