Pamela Mae Hollenbeck

As you remember your love one, as God heals your broken hearts (Psalm 147:3), may your treasured memories continue to bring you peace, comfort, and strength to endure.

I loved my mom. No one ever knew me better or loved me more. When the disease began to take its toll years ago, we had a great conversation about making sure nothing was left unsaid or left open. That was a gift. My mom recognizing me at the very end of her life was a gift, too. I was blessed to have her as my mom, and I know I will see her again, soon.