Doing the many things incident to this mother's life was not considered by her an abridgement of liberty, a disparagement of her dignity, nor inconsistent with her repose. A matchless heroism was ted in this motherlove. It was evidenced in hours of sickness and times of trial, not alone with her family, but with all her friends and neighbors. An inspiration and love that can never change. A flower of perpetual bloom.
Time bridges no folding pedals.
Her going was like a bird that spreads its wingfs for that last flight which instinct had told to make, without falter or doubt, as to the direction or ultimate destination. Her entire thought was for those who would sorrow over her departure. She announced that she was ready and willing to answer the call.