Today I go with my mom to look at caskets. This was her idea. She’s 92 and has some health issues, and she wants to get everything “ready” so it won’t be a burden on my sister and me. Bless her heart. She is always thinking of others, not herself. There was a time we had trouble getting along (happens in almost every family, doesn’t it?) But for years now I have seen what a stellar person she is and a doting mother and grandmother. I am SO thankful to God that He melted any foolish resentment that used to be in my young heart. I love my mom SO much now, for years. I can’t imagine life without her. She keeps trying to prepare me. She’ll say “I can’t last forever.” I tell her, “Try, please.” So she tries by exercising and eating broccoli and other good food and taking vitamins and her medicines. She is truly wonderful. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself and cry at the mortuary. I want to help her pick out the casket because she wants just the cheapest thing they have and my sister and I want something pretty and soft and white. Think about me around 10:30 if you read this. A prayer would be so appreciated.