ISIS murdered her son. But she wasn’t going to let that be his only legacy.

By Marilyn W. Thompson, Washington Post

Diane Foley picked up the phone on a busy November morning in 2012. It was Jim calling from Syria. He was covering the civil war there as a freelance journalist and videographer, but he knew that his mother had just lost a beloved aunt and was grieving.

They chatted only briefly. Diane noted that she had patients lined up around the block at her nurse practitioner’s office near Rochester, N.H. Jim promised he’d be home by Christmas, when the extended Foley clan always gathered to celebrate the holidays. Then they hung up. And that was the last time Diane heard her eldest son’s voice…