Yesterday I posted with a picture of Mom at 90, but I think she'd prefer to be remembered with her big smile, red hair and party dress. She had one hell of a figure--never more than 120 lb. in her life. Her hair was dyed bright red for years and people actually asked Mar and me if we dyed ours black. Duh.
Her final suitcase was locked last night around 8 pm, and she departed the station. She finally got her wish after waiting so long, and I'm glad for her.