My
mother was an amazing woman. By the time she passed from this earth to the next
at almost 90, she had loved the same man for close to 70 years, raised four
children, parasailed, walked the hot coals and been on stage time and again
with Tony Robbins (at his beckoning), travelled all over the planet (mostly in
her 60s and 70s), danced the Charleston more times than I can count, loved on
literally thousands of people with open arms from just about every continent
and any walk of life, read more books than almost anyone I know, and next to
her King James Bible, surely adored her beloved gigantic seven-pound, 1500-page
Merriam-Webster dictionary most of all.
