My brave, beautiful and resourceful Mother has passed away after a brief illness. Here she is when she was young, her passport photo collaged over the envelope in which our passport was kept when we followed Dad to Japan during the Occupation. Wasn't she beautiful? She stayed that way, too. I can close my eyes and remember the color of that pansy-shaped brooch and the cloth of her "utility suit." We have had a long journey together, and now it will be so hard to keep traveling on without her, but I expect her feet were sore from so many, many steps. The women of Mom's generation were Can Do women and she Could. We are so grateful for all she has given us, with our bodies forged from hers, her children and grandchildren left behind. Now she stays with us in our hearts, which we hope will be much easier on her little feet.