Sarah was my mother. A woman of
great courage, strength and humor who I wished could have been the great,
constant influence of my entire life. A wish, if fulfilled, would have
undoubtedly been to my continuing benefit. Instead she died of a brain
tumor (or the repeated attempts of the medical profession in the 50s to
remove the tumor) before my 15th birthday. Still she remains one of the
most important people in my life, this importance shared equally with my
father and my step mother. When it came time to find a name for my
Pearson 424 I considered many, but all had no real meaning until I thought
of my mother. Then the choice of a name was simple. |