The hospital (Cottonwoods) called my
Mom and Aunt early on Saturday morning.
They went down and held her.
She was covered in love and prayers.
We'll all miss her tons, she was truly one of a kind.
A blessing. A friend.
I went down on Friday to see her,
I wasn't going to go....I thought
"I'll go on Sunday".
I so felt God leading me to go...
I listened and was very blessed.
I sat there watching her, wanting to tell her
what she meant to me.
"Tell her she is a joy to you".
How could I say that without
crying like a baby.
As it quickly came time to say
good-bye, I bent down to give
her a kiss...and out popped...
"You are a joy to me".
Praise God, I was able to say it
clearly. I feel so blessed
that I got to tell her what she meant to me.
The sun was shinning that Friday....
I felt God's hope, and I trust
that I'll see her again.
This time it will
Praise His wonderful name.