I don't know how else to start this post, my Mom has died.
She passed away July 10th, 2015 at about 4:30 in the afternoon, after a brief struggle with a very aggressive cancer that appears to have started in her lungs and ultimately went to her brain.
I don't want to spend much time talking about how she died. It was tragic. It was something I didn't see coming, maybe that is a blessing, I don't know.
When I think about her earthy life and the words I think best represent her, the ones that come to mind encompass the principle of service. She was compassionate, selfless, and constantly thinking of others instead of herself. I can't begin to describe her capacity to love. She loved people unconditionally. She loved us children and grandchildren like people should be loved by a mother and grandmother; very Christ-like in nature.
I am heartbroken, for myself, my kids, my dad, everyone that knew and loved this great lady. The only thing that is helping to lessen the pain is the knowledge of the great plan of happiness, that I know without a doubt and maybe more than ever, that I will see and be with my mother again. Death is not the end all, be all. Christ made that possible for all of us. Now, as I think about the kind of person my mom was, I know that the bar is set, and if I can be a fraction of the goodness that she brought to this earth, that maybe, I will return to my Heavenly Father with honor as I know she has.