The Race Is Run

At 4pm today my mother, Beverly Wilson Campbell, died.

I am numb.

I'd like to say something wise or even pithy.

But it appears that I am all out of wisdom and pith.

I'll try to put all of this into words more clearly later.

In the end she held on to see Marjorie married and not a day more. The human will remains one of the most amazing forces in the world.