She fell asleep in Jesus this morning. She was like my own mom in so many ways: she was born on July 10, 1917; my mom was born on July 7, 1917. She was one who never hesitated to speak up and speak out - no matter how awkward or difficult the situation. I'm really going to miss her - and her tart tongue!
May her memory be eternal!
ReplyDeletePrecious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints Psalm 116:15
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ReplyDeleteHow is Alma doing?
ReplyDeleteGod bless tart tongues.
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