My friend was with her the evening before. Neither of them knew that it would be the last. Comments about the blistering heat outside and the iciness of the air inside added to the concerns of laundry, food intake, meds, and comfort.
We never know when it's the last, do we? Even though sickness and disease are evident, death is not so much. Up to the last second of life, we don't know. Only God knows the time of our departure.
My friend's mom went home to Jesus. Every bit of pain, despair and sorrow...gone. She's made whole again.
All who knew her and know Jesus, will see her again. It's the hope of death. It's the life-link to eternity. It's the beginning of a Greater Adventure.