My mom, age 36, with me, age 8 days.
My mom, Naomi Hirsch, died around 7 a.m. on March 9, 2016, at an advanced age. She had been in declining health, as often happens with very old people, with noticeable larger or smaller steps in the decline. She died very peacefully, asleep or unconscious. She seems to have been comfortable and hadn't been in any pain. (We asked often.) Because she had lung tumors that were probably cancer, I'm grateful that she passed easily from this world and didn't go through the agony that can accompany death from lung cancer.
I was lucky to have the parents I had. They were happy together and adored each other and me. I was closer to my father, who died in 1979, and I think there were ways he understood me that my mom did not, but both of them always gave me unconditional love and support for whatever I tried to do. For that and so much else, I am eternally grateful. I'll miss her very much.
My parents on their wedding day.
(Oddly cropped; I need to re-scan this.)