My mother passed away on October 7, 2020. She’d outlived all her friends, but she lived to see her four great-grandchildren. She was 101 years old.

It’s hard to explain to someone who didn’t know her, what a force of nature my mother was, but I’ve been writing about her in this blog, off and on, for years. You can begin to get an idea of what she was like by following this thread.

Never one to shirk a difficult task, my mother planned her own funeral and wrote her own obituary and her own eulogy. And that eulogy says more about her than I ever did, with all my blog posts. I would like to share it with you.

Say this of me: I loved life and mostly everything in it. The world is mostly beautiful and I have tried to add a bit of beauty to it. My involvement in art for most of my life has brought me pleasure and solace, and I have been grateful for the gift.

I have been blessed with length of days, generally good health, family and friends, and thanked God for all of it every day of my life. Most blessed was I with grandchildren—my arrows into the future.

I do not fear death, that final, inevitable chapter which is a part of life, the endless circle. I have enjoyed my stay in this world but do not regret my leaving to return to whence I came. I have faith that the Creator of All (of which I am but a tiny part) has yet another purpose for having created me.

I give thanks to all my loved ones for having been a part of my life.