She died just over a year ago. The Bar Mitzvah boy is her youngest child.
She stayed with me until her sisters came in; then I no longer felt her with me. She had been waiting to sit with them and her daughters, who came in a bit later. They sat in the front row, where my seat is. The custom is to leave the front row for those celebrating special events. After the prayers, I asked them to put my siddur (prayer book) in my box. They apologized for taking my seat. I insisted that I was happy to give it, because that way I felt like I had been part of the simcha.