Mom, God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put his arms around you and whispered "come to me". Mom, with tearful eyes I watched with Bill and Terri and saw you slip away. Although I love you dearly, I could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, God broke our hearts to prove He only takes the best. Your memory will never rest. Mom, I hope I become the woman that younger women seek for love and wisdom. You touched the lives of many. I love you, Your loving daughter, Lori