I didn’t know her, yet I feel like I knew her. I didn’t share her politics, yet I admired her convictions. She was strong, she was feisty, she was funny and she was a Superbwoman.

Today as I was reading yet another article about Barbara Bush, I found myself crying. I felt a real loss. In some ways it is because she reminds me of my mother, also named Barbara. But more than that, I felt like I lost a matriarch in this sisterhood of women. I wondered what it was about her that touched me so deeply, until I realized it was her authenticity. Barbara was Barbara was Barbara. What you see is what you get. And when someone is that authentic, it touches you at a deep, soul level.

Barbara Bush was a true Superbwoman: a woman comfortable in her own skin, sure of her values, and living her life according to them. She recognized we cannot do it alone and was passionate about volunteering and volunteers. She was compassionate and caring and no nonsense on top of it all. She was a powerful woman – because she had tapped into that innate power that all women have inside.

RIP Mrs. Bush. Thank you for your service, your guidance and, most of all, your spirit!