Thanksgiving – a mostly gluten-free one – came early this year. Close family gathered around the table. We said Grace. Each person then shared memories of my mother. Mom crossed over a few weeks ago. She was born in Northern California. It’s fitting that 90 years later, the last stop on her Wimbledon tennis star adventures was Novato, California.
My six-year-old great-nephew, Ethan, summed it up best. When told of my mother’s passing, he asked his parents, “Did she meet her goal?” After hearing an affirmative answer, he said, “Well, that’s good.”