When Mr. Schwalbe and his beautiful, hardworking mother found out she had a treatable, yet incurable pancreatic cancer, they started a book club. The books they chose to share were old favorites, hopeful books on death, and anything else that struck their fancy.
I fell in love with Mary Ann. She worked tirelessly on a mobile library in Afghanistan and her refugee work while she was slowly losing her energy. She became one of my heroes.