I am going to keep this brief this morning, though I expect I will post more on this later.
I received word this morning, about 3:45 a.m., that my Mom passed away. I had seen her yesterday, exchanged a few words (all she could manage), held her hand while she slept, and told her several times that I love her. She was 87 years old. Dementia had been stealing off with much of her memory for years, and the cancer that had started more than a decade ago has been raging through her for about a year now. In spite of this, because of the good work of faithful people she has been comfortable and content, and her passing was quiet.
It was time. I am thankful for her life, and the life she imparted to me. I am grateful for the love the she gave me and the love that she taught me.
I live in expectation of the resurrection.
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May the God of all comfort sustain and strengthen you.
Dave,
I'm sorry for your loss. I hope you can take comfort in the fact that you were a wonderful, loving and attentive son. You grew up to be the kind of person any parent would be super proud to have raised. Your post "Pride and Joy" comes to mind. You and your sweet girls have another angel in heaven looking down upon you. God Bless.
Not much that I can say, except that He sustains, as in the past, so now and in the future.
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