In the first week of February, my mother Patricia finally succumbed to the , Huntington's Disease; she had been fighting for more than a decade. In the end she was in a great deal of pain and simply wanted an end to her struggles.
My mother had always put great faith in her own humor. She saw it as her bounden duty to see herself and others through any of life's little mishaps with laughter.
I remember when I and my sister were children she had a rule that if we were to get into trouble and then make her laugh we would get out of it. She said if she laughed, it could not possibly be to bad.
I find myself with no one to babble at.
