Happy birthday to my mother, Ann Kilcrin Ward, whom we lost 47 years ago this fall. Nevertheless, she lives on in me, and in my children. I see her interests springing up in them, and that delights me. In her journals and her poetry, and through my father, she is still teaching me. And I thank God that I get to look like her. And so do a couple of my kids. I will never lose her as long as I have them.