My mother and I will be going out for a birthday celebration dinner on Sunday, and I am just so glad to still have her. This is my Mom, and I can’t imagine loving anyone as much, or being loved so well. She’s 85, very sound mentally, and just a physical wreck. Lately she talks a good deal about my father, who died in 1995 – It seems she misses him more than ever. It’s going to be awfully hard when I lose her.