What can I say? She was 94, but so keen, so alert and clear-headed. Until the last day or two she could walk easily with a walker. Then she was gone. I wasn’t there. I wish I had been. I can’t drive after dark. My sis and her hubby were there, though, right through the end. I saw the open coffin. It didn’t look like her, and I wanted it to. Her hands did. So I kissed my finger and touched it to her hand. Of course it was cold. I knew to expect that. This prolonged missing her…….I never thought about it, and did not expect it. I know she’s in Heaven and happy, so I am trying to be happy too. I think she is playing with a darling little boy named Harry. They are both laughing. Thank you Jesus for taking care of my mom.