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Eulogy for my mother, Ruth Ross:
When I was little, I used to worry about what would happen to me, how could I live, if something happened to my mother, if my mother died. I had a right to worry because Mom seemed old to me—she was 31 when she had me, considerably older than most of my friends’ mothers. Here I am, at 67, finally old enough to let Mom go without that primitive fear of abandonment. I am grateful for her long life, and for her legacy of love, creativity, intellect,...
Hilary Salk
April 10, 2010 | Brooklyn, NY