This beautiful lady was my mother. She died as she lived, with dignity. She fought long and hard against Multiple Schlerosis and breast cancer. She was loving and tolerant. My dad and I will miss her, dearly; just as we loved her. . . dearly. She has gone to be with GOD and possibly is her grandchild's guardian angel, or, at least, the one making him stay on his toes. She never got to see her grandson, he was born after she died. I would often catch him smiling in his sleep as if someone were whispering in his ear. . . then later he saw a picture of her and before I could tell him who it was he pointed and said, "Ga-maw" . . .
With Love,
Cheryl Blackburn |
