By then she had lapsed into a coma, her urine output had all but stopped, and her skin was mottled very badly. She finally gave up the fight about 7 the evening of Easter Sunday. We may never know. But now you know why the simple words my mother said to me in a dream mean so much to me. While we were out shopping for the clothing my mother would wear for the visitation, I found a plaque that I placed beside her in the casket.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. He then looked down upon the Earth and saw your tired face.