She very clearly said she was leaving. She was smiling. She was ready to go,

I have no reason to think that.

No, she was always the same, very upbeat, very happy. She was very private. She was not social with a lot of people in the club, but she was always upbeat.

abused by the typhoon of the news media.

I wanted a good relationship with my mother, and I realized I had a choice: Either I could spend all my time angry that she didn't give me the hugs I thought I needed, or I could understand that she hugs differently. It's not a spread-open-the-arms, 'come here' hug. She hugs by sheltering me from her worries.

Our happiness is certainly mixed in with the tragedies of life. You have to find the lemonade. You have to find the silver lining in the middle of everything that happens in life.