Finish | Hot Springs, AR | 2017

My dear mother died two weeks ago at age 87. Some would say she’d reached the Finish Line, but that would imply a certain amount of striving and competition. For most of her life, she was the opposite of that. She nurtured, embraced, accepted, and loved almost everyone she knew and, generally, almost everyone she didn’t. OK, she may have been competitive with her siblings, who are now in their 80s and 90s. Upon hearing of Mom’s death, one of her sisters chimed: “That rascal … she always wanted to be first in everything.”