My mom, Jane, died on Wednesday, March 25, 2020 in the middle of one of the worst crises this country has ever known. Burial must wait. Memorial services must wait. She survived two years after this post. She settled into the nursing home and proceeded to worry about everyone else, forcing staff members to say, “We’ve got it under control, Ms. Bainbridge. Don’t worry.” She fell out of her wheelchair more than once trying to organize the clothes in her closet and come up with matching outfits. A lady to the end. She never stopped teaching me how to live, how to be a survivor. I am re-posting this blog because it says what I want to say without my needing to repeat it. Rest in peace, Mom. Your life of service was well-lived.