This is perhaps not the place for it, but my mother passed away yesterday evening, and up at 3 AM unable to sleep, I wanted to share a few pictures and thoughts of her. When a bit over a month ago she told my sister she was ready to give up, I knew we would not have her for long. From a generation inured to adversity, she had never before, to my knowledge, spoken of giving up. Toughened by growing up on a New England farm on the South Shore of Boston with no central heat, or indoor plumbing, except the well pump at the kitchen sink, her attitude toward both joy, pain, and the plain little annoyances of daily routine was that you get through it and go on, maximizing the enjoyment. But she was not callous towards others' pain, but rather as tender as anyone I know. She applied her principles of tough endurance to herself only. Her kindness, tolerance, and acceptance of people were extraordinary examples of the best of humanity. As some of the following pictures will reveal, she had a huge capacity to enjoy herself. I love her deeply, and I will miss her in the core of my being. This last was taken last March when I was home for her 98th birthday. I planned on being in Boston in two weeks for her 99th.