No one will ever love us like our mother. They forgive anything and love us unconditionally. She taught you wit, a skeptical gaze, the ability to see things more clearly than most, curiosity and discernment—there are far worse legacies. For those things I honor her. I am confident of her (ongoing) love for you and her ability to support you still in the legacy she leaves you.

I’m truly sorry Schad. It’s a crappy part of life, the ending of it. I suspect I would have been pleased to meet her.