Thanks to all for your kind words. It's hard to describe how it feels to have all of this happen at once. Kind of leaves one feeling numb from the head down. But the hope of that blessed Meeting makes it a little more bearable. Mother's last words on Saturday night were to tell us about the "little angels playing music" around her bed. She kept pointing them out here and there, and watching scenes we couldn't see. She laid down then and passed in her sleep. The comfort is in knowing that the Lord cared enough for her to take her away early before the suffering really set in. Our God is good.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom