May you find comfort in "the God of all comfort." We offer our deepest sympathies.
What a privilege it was to care for your lovely mother! Sending prayers of peace to you all. Teri Nine, RN
Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation
To the Hiatt family: May the God of comfort be with you at this difficult time.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the family during this time of great loss. May the God of all comfort be with you at this time.