It has taken me thirty years to become the son that my mother deserved and just as long to develop the writing skills to tell her story. How do you honor a woman who never sought recognition and was always true to her nature? She was both confident and humble, kind to a fault and fueled by compassion, selflessness personified. She was also stubborn and determined to do whatever someone said she couldn't. She was a feminist, a humanist, and a nature-loving, spiritual person who never felt the need to tell anyone else what to believe or how to worship. She could make an incredible meal out of leftovers. She could dress for any occasion and even sewed her designs. She was that rare person who did a million things but never seemed to run out of time. She was born in an era of struggle and modest expectations. She succeeded well beyond her dreams. She married a man who was larger than life and never let her light diminish while enabling him to be the best man he could be. She taught by her example and was sincerely loved by the many she encouraged to appreciate the beauty in this brief and beautiful life. I am proud to tell her story and overjoyed to share the fortunes I have derived, by being born of such Grace.