My mother left us, aged 94.
Due to the appropriate Jewish grieving process, plus my usual technical ineptitude, I will not be available at this location until next week.
My mother once asked how long it took us to fly to Hawaii.
"It's about the same as flying to Toronto," I replied.
"Yeah," she came back wistfully, "but when you land, it's Hawaii."
The woman made me. And she made me laugh.