Are Battles Truly Won? (Ruth Gilbert: 1916- 2012)

My mother died on April 5, 2012.  Her last words to my father were:  “I love you.”  And oh did she love him, in her ineffable way, for 69 years — and she also loved her  children and children-in-law and her grandchildren, and her sister and cousins and their children, nieces and nephews, and her numerous longtime friends, and colleagues from her career as a dance therapist.  I can hear her oldest friends calling “Ruthie” to her.  And now I am without her, but filled with so many memories of our dialogue that sustains her wisdom and grace for me.  My mother...