I was just thinking the other day, one of Gods blessing is that we don't live FOREVER. When my mother died, she had loss a eye, she loss a leg, and she had forgotten how to get happiness out of life. I loved her more than my own life, but she wasn't a happy person anymore. She had been ill so much over the last five years of her life, had suffered much, she had given up so much of what she was, most of her choices had been taken away. She went from one illness to another, she didn't complain a lot, but being her daughter I knew. I think it is worse to watch a loved one die, than for the person who is suffering. I look back now and think I should have told her, she was not ALONE, that all those who loved her were suffering with her. I was with her in the ICU has she lay dying, she looked up behind her at the wall, and said, "yes I hear you" she was talking to someone beyond the grave. Just before she died she seem comforted, more calm than she had been in days, and sure of what the future would bring. As I write this there are tears in my eyes, I miss my mother today, as much as I did when I first knew there would be no more telephone calls, no holding her hands, no more telling her little funnies that would make her laugh. But this I do know, she is in a better place, with her Lord, and she has a big smile on her face, for she again young, whole, and with everyone she loved and enjoyed. Sully