HE TOOK MY BREATHE          

Two months ago my care giving duties to my mother ended. At 93 the Lord took her to rest

This poem I wrote for her eulogy touched my soul:

On the six o'clock hour He took my breathe, HE took my soul to a place of rest. The Lord placed me in the palms of his hands with caring, love and a place of rest.Do do not fret children of mine, for I am with the Lord, safe and have a place to rest. KMB

Mother grew weaker with age and her Churg Strauss Vasculitis. 

She always was grateful, thanking everyone. Tried to be joyful even when in pain. Caring for her children even till the end.
She could not stand her final months and kept asking me if my back hurts from lifting her.
She knew the end was near, she was ready. The chaplain read her the 23rd psalm and she listened contently.

We all miss her immensely, I hear her call me from her chair from adjoining room. My brain trained to listen for her call to help her. 
She was the last of her siblings, most friends were also gone, one school time friend however blessed us with a visitation. 

WE WILL LOVE HER FOREVER