Three years ago, my mother was 102 years old and about to pass. Her body had survived a terrible case of Covid but her mind did not. What she left behind was my mother in a different form, unrecognizable in spirit. When she left, it was a blessing. It was enough. I told her on November 4: “Do not die on my birthday!” She waited a day and then checked out: It was finally time to go home. At my recent, wonderful birthday dinner in a favorite restaurant, I invited my mother to come; I toasted her “wherever she … Continue reading →