This last Saturday my Mom died. It wasn't unexpected. We had time to prepare, not that you can prepare.
At the same time, my grand niece or nephew is about to be born. This will be number 10 of those, I think. I sometimes lose count.
My Mom could be a very tough woman, though she was secretly tenderhearted. She raised me firmly in the tradition of the Catholic Church (and thereby determined the shape of creativity forevermore). She also taught me the basics of critical inquiry while watching Star Trek and the Nightly News with me. I like to think that Captain Kirk held up under scrutiny a bit better than Knowlton Nash, but neither of them got a free pass.
She will be missed.