The autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In the seventeenth year of my age my mother died.
When my mother died, it sort of put a damper on things. My career didn't have the same significance or excitement. It had always been about doing well for my family - my brothers, sisters, father, mother. Then something interesting and important happened - I started doing things for me.
As I flew back from New Zealand to bury my mother, it occurred to me that no matter how harrowing her loss was and how keenly it will always be felt, there was, nevertheless, a sense of relief that my father, sisters and I could say a final goodbye after the longest goodbye and relief that my mum had finally been released.
Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
My mum died when I was 11.
My father died when I was young, and my mother, Ruth, went to work in an office selling theater and movie parties. She put me through private school, Horace Mann, in Riverdale. She sent me to camp so that I would learn to compete. She was a lioness, and I was her cub.
When my mother, sisters and I arrived on the shores of America when I was 8 years old, the boat on which we came, a freighter, passed the Statue of Liberty.
Seeing my mother become very strong and very independent had a huge impact on me.
The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.
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