I have a mother that others wish they had. Their mothers have died, or live far away, or they miss having the close relationship that I have with my mom. At 93.5 years, Mom has survived the death of her husband after 60 years of marriage, overcome severe health problems, and endured the deaths of most of her friends and family. She could feel sorry for herself, but she doesn’t.  Her eyes and face glow with an inner light that beckons and welcomes anyone in her presence. She is serene.  She is playful.  When she laughs, we all laugh.  We can’t