My beautiful, grounded, and extremely intelligent mother lost her battle with severe depression. She fought this ravaging illness for more than four decades. We all like to think that we know what others are going through, but we can’t truly know. Depression is just as fatal and destructive as cancer (which she also had). She was tortured daily, but fought bravely. She told herself to make it to just one more son’s birthday, or just one more trip to see the grandchildren. And she did. We were a true family seeing some of the world’s most beautiful sights. I got a final hug and a final “I love you.” Most don’t get that, so I’m lucky in that regard. I love you, Mom. You’re finally at peace.