I was up a good piece of the night last night, and early in the morning the call came to come to the hospital. Lauralea heard the phone ring and woke me and I got up and somehow got myself dressed and drove the deserted streets to the hospital.
It's true, our Mildred has gone home.
She passed peacefully and gently, from one world to another, and now she's home.
I don't think I've ever met another human being who fought death so many times, and won. Who had so many physical struggles and losses in her life but who faced each one with the faith that God was real and it would be ok.
And in spite of such difficulty and increasing loss, she never became embittered, never permanently angry at God or others, or even herself.
She taught me so many things.
Peace, much peace to her memory.