Send us feedback! For my mom’s 91st birthday, I wanted to give her an answer to a question she’s asked me more than once: Why am I still here, and what’s my job supposed to be now? So I took the matter up with God—and, following a lightning bolt to my driveway, received an official Position Description for a 91-year-old mom, gramma, and great-gramma. What follows is my gift to Ma: part satire, part love letter, and an attempt to put into words why simply being here may be one of the most impo...