I have still been cogitating about what to say concerning my Mother's death. I know she is in heaven. Even though we had our conflicts when I was young, she was an excellent woman. Hardworking, devoted wife, giving much more than was necessary, loving, caring--all that I would want to be and more than I could be. She suffered through two bouts of cancer. This third one she could no longer fight. She wanted to fight for Daddy's sake, but she couldn't. She loved Jesus and she was not afraid to go. I can't wait to see her again--glorified--with both her eyes again--tireless and without pain.
But I miss her now.