My Mother died on this day a decade ago. She was 87. There are many things I recall about my Mother. She was, indeed, a “Grand Broad,” as my Dad would say. She was in everything sense of the word.
There is, of course, much more I could write. Today, however, is not the day, save to say I loved her, and my Dad more than hearts can tell.
Here she is, with my kids in DC, more than three decades ago: