Dear Mom, I am both glad and sad that you are not around to see the state of this country right now. It's been two years since you passed away and I think of you every day, but I want you to know that you have raised a compassionate warrior. You taught me by example that we are all created equal and that we all matter. Back in the 1960's when a traveling singing group came to our small Kansas town, I love the fact that you and Dad volunteered to take all of the African Americans into our home because you knew that they may not be welcome in the other homes. I love the fact that when the time came, you calmly told me the facts of life because you knew that a woman's body was nothing to be ashamed of and in fact, something to be proud of. I love that you taught me to be color blind and blind to differences in faith and lifestyle. I love that you taught me to believe that I could be anything I wanted to be and that I had just as much value as anyone else. I love that you lead by example and followed your dreams to finish your college education, graduating to a standing ovation at the age of 88. Since this last election, I have been part of several demonstrations. I wear the pendant I had made with your ashes, so I feel like you are there with me. Thank you for having such a big heart, an open mind and a sense of fairness that preceded your time. I hope you are proud of this compassionate warrior and I love you.