By Lisa Scottoline

My mother passed away on Palm Sunday about ten years ago, and I always think about her around now, not in a sad way, but in a way that makes me smile.
Maybe the following will make you smile, too.
Because Mother Mary’s last days were everything I would’ve wanted for her, complete with her salty brand of humor. She had congestive heart failure, which is surprising for someone with so much heart, and she entered hospice at my house, with my Brother Frank and Daughter Francesca with her.
I’m sure many of you have been through hospice with people you love, so you know what a uniquely terrifying and heartbreaking time it can be. But at the same time, what happened for my mother was glorious, and in many ways, a reflection of the way she lived her life.
None of us knew how long she would live, but she was in pretty great spirits and no pain. So we set up a bed in the living room, but she didn’t need to lie in it and generally walked around the house or plopped on the couch in front of the TV, which was her favorite position.
Mine, too.
We invited friends of hers to come over, and since she hadn’t lived in the Philadelphia area for many years, they showed up in force. Everyone brought food, flowers, and good cheer, and we felt as if we were hosting a very unique sort of party every day, one that was especially meaningful to her.
Then guess what.
She got a second wind.
And a second month.
Mother Mary always loved a good time, and she reconnected with everybody she loved, among them a son from a previous marriage for whom she had been estranged almost all of her life. He was kind enough to come over and spend time with her, too, and the reunion did all of our hearts good.
Hers, especially.
As time went on, her throat became more strained and she couldn’t talk, so she wrote on a greaseboard. The first question any friend asked her was, “How are you?”
To which she would always write: “Outside of all this crap, I’m doing fine.”
I took a picture of her sentence above, and I love seeing it, especially now.
My mother wasn’t the type to give a lot of advice in sit-down lectures. But she had a lot to say and fired off lines like that all the time.
Jokes that made me laugh, then think.
And those quips told everything about her.
Think of the courage it takes to write that sentence.
And at that point, she was dying.
She went from no pain to no picnic in no time.
We were swabbing her throat with sponge lollipops.
But the way she lived her life was to set aside all that crap, and do fine.
By an act of sheer will.
Wow!
I remember that line when I’m having a hard time, or when I’m seeing my country go through hard times.
Dying can teach us so much about living.
Outside of all this crap, we’re doing fine.
So I honor her this week, which is so much about rebirth in Spring, and on Easter, which signifies resurrection for the Christian world.
Mother Mary’s spirit lives on, undefeated.
Brave.
Proud.
Happy.
So does ours.
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