Tony's mother Sybil died last night.  Years ago when Ria was a baby, she was quite sick and I took her to the doctor's office. When I left the office I met my mother waiting for me outside.  I was probably over tired from staying up all night with a sick baby, and I blurted out that I was afraid she was going to die.  My mother shook her head and told me "It's not that easy to die", words that Sybil proved.  She survived every downfall, broken hips, blood clots, infections, etc.  Sabra and Tony were with her yesterday and one nurse told them that she was a favorite "a real lady".  And she was.

Whenever she visited Sabra, she was carefully groomed, hair done, makeup done, jewelry, a beautiful girl in pictures. a beautiful older woman.  When she had to use a cane, she named it (a doctor had suggested that she would be able to remember where she left it, if the cane was named.)  So she named it Napoleon.  When she had to use a walker, it was decorated with colorful bows. 

Sybil was 94 years old when she died.  A real warrior.  A real lady.  Rest in peace Sybil.