A Tribute to Mildred Brignole from her childrenOur mother died comfortably and with characteristic independence on December 28th in her own home at the age of 98. We feel blessed to have had her with us so long, and we are grateful that her lively spirit and energy, mischievous sense of humor, and sharp intelligence remained undimmed until her final few weeks.In a large family like ours, it was important that each of us knew who Mom’s favorite child was. We all knew because she listened patiently as anyone broached the subject and prompted her for the “correct” answer, and she never disagreed with us. However, Mom always ended the discussion by noting that, “Each of you is special in your own way.” (Most of us had no trouble ignoring that last part of the dialog.)As we look back now on her life, we remember her catch-phrase affectionately, and we use it in conversation among ourselves as a way to tease each other or to make light of our very different attributes and attitudes. But, the notion of each person being different yet valuable can be viewed as reflecting our mother’s core personality, her prime motivation for the way she lived her life, and her most important lessons for us. For, as quiet a person as she was on the exterior, Mildred Brignole was open and fully engaged in the world of people around her.Beyond the specialness in the immediate family, Mom was amused and fascinated by people, and she sought out the specialness in each one. We Brignole children have often heard her say, “Isn’t it remarkable that there are so many persons in the world, and every individual is different!” Although small of stature and not obviously outgoing, Mom engaged people with sincerity and interest. When Mom talked to you, you knew she was giving you all her attention. Her presence in the moment—whether talking with children, teenagers, or adults, with relatives or with complete strangers—has been mentioned by many over the years.Mom loved to learn and not just about people. She was captivated by astronomy and the birth of the universe, by human history, by the workings of the brain. She was not intimidated by what she didn’t know, but thrilled: “It’s such a wonder!” she’d say.But, perhaps most indearingly, Mildred was a woman with a warm sense of humor. She delighted in recounting her and our father’s relief after the seven of us had passed beyond childhood and left the house: “At least, they each have jobs, and none of them are in jail.” And, just several weeks ago, one of Mom’s caregiving nurses offered Mom a snack saying, “It’s time for lunch. Do you want a little something to eat?” Mom responded in mock defiance, “And what if I don’t?” So, even as her world shrank, she was able to make fun of her situation, calling attention to the obvious—that by then she had very few choices any more about anything. We should all hope to be as mischievously humorous at the age of 98.Thank you for your interest in our mother.With Love, Hal Brignole, Don Brignole, Denise Lenahan, Guy Brignole, Celia Swan, Lauren Brignole, and Chris Brignole