My mother died early last Friday morning. She was 97. Her body was worn out, but not her spirit. I’ve had the privilege of sitting vigil with the dying in the past, and I was with my father during his dying days in a hospital 19 years ago, but this was the first time I’d ever been with someone dying of old age. Besides, one’s relationship with one’s mother is the closets and in most cases the most complicated. It certainly was in our case.