Denice Ryan Martin en Essay: Mothers and Old Friends <p>Recently I attended the funeral for Mrs. Murphy, the mother of a childhood friend. Her passing took everyone by surprise. And, it was another sober reminder that the parents of Baby Boomers, my generation, are quietly slipping away.</p><p>We last saw each other this past summer. My friend Kathleen was in from the East Coast and suggested a lunch date with our moms. We were joined by another childhood friend, Joanie, who had lost her mom a year before.</p> Sun, 12 May 2013 14:27:56 +0000 Denice Ryan Martin 3210 at