She was ready to leave long before she did…
My mother was 92 when she died in January 1998, a case of perfect retirement planning. She died in her sleep the month her bank account went to zero. It was the kind of death we talk about wanting for ourselves, but for almost a year she had asked me why she couldn’t just die now. The mystery of life and death. She wasn’t unhappy; she was just ready to go.
The night after she died I was having dinner alone at Oasis, a vegetarian restaurant in Salt Lake City. I was seated at a window looking into the interior courtyard of the small shopping center where the restaurant was located. Across the courtyard, in the window of a New Age bookstore, I saw this Buddhist scroll.