Sabryin's mom passed away last night after a long, fulfilling life. This is a photo of her in 1966, in the Yucatan, doing laundry by hand. She grew up on a farm in the midwest with four sisters and three brothers and she couldn't wait to get outta there! She wanted adventure, and she got it. She married a wildman author, had a baby in the late '50s and immediately headed out in every direction of the globe not as a tourist but as an observer. She lived in those places; she was her own Peace Corps, raising a little boy and traveling and making do and creating a home wherever they went. They lived in Mexico, West Indies, Ireland, Spain, Morocco, Hawaii, Arizona, Missouri, and finally in Texas. She was Sabryin's best friend. Sometime in the mid-70s she decided to go back to school and get a nursing degree. She chose psychiatric nursing and worked in VA hospitals until she retired. She was a lifelong smoker; she didn't quit until they put her in the hospital four weeks ago. She just wanted to sleep; she wanted to go home and sleep. She leaves behind her husband of over 50 years, two sons, a grandson and Ava, the kitteh. Adieu, loved one!