She was my mother, my birth mother. She was a Ferrier in WWII and she worked for the Navy department for the rest of the war in mapping and cryptography. Though it sounds worse than it is, she met my father in the alley between their respective residences - taking out the trash. While I don't remember specifically when she died, I do remember the hubbub surrounding it. She committed suicide. She was 8 months pregnant and she and my sister are buried at Arlington Cemetery.