Mom died last week. She was 101. It was relatively quick. She had a great run and lived a life most only dream of. She was born during the last great Pandemic that took her father before he saw her. She heard Hitler speak in the square in Berlin in 1938. Two years before he ravaged Europe. She was in London during the Great War with the Red Cross and survived unspeakable wartime horrors. She loved her baby boy. Below is a timeless quote for all of us:

“Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room…Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to…Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me…Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity…Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. “

Henry Scott Holland