On my birthday I had the privilege of having my mom join my class. The topic for the workshop she attended was focusing on childhood memories. The first question I presented was what was your first experience with death. The students wrote and when it came time to share I think each student cried as they remembered an early pain. My mom shared a story I had never known before. I never knew she had a younger brother who died at the age of 2 1/2 from diptheria. I learned so much about my mom during those 90 minutes. I wish she lived close enough to come weekly to my classes. I want to know more about her life and her stories before she forgets completely. It is heartbreaking when you see someone you love start to lose their memories…