mom's email chain

Can't even begin to explain or sort through my thoughts and emotions of the last two weeks with the passing of my mom.  Even as I type that I want to go back and hit BACK SPACE... DELETE>>>... .


I found this email today that she received about a week before her last days [-and then responded back to her friend]... . it made me smile. I know she certainly is smiling now. and endlessly praising .. as hard as it is for all of us stuck here without her. 




I'm leaving it in original form... so go ahead and scroll.


From: llanastasio@--------------
To: jeostrong@------------
Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 15:44:15 +0000 (GMT)
Subject: Re: Fwd: Beautiful explanation of death

Thanks for sending me this. I love you 
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From: jeostrong@---------------
Date: Sunday, November 14, 2010 10:40 am
Subject: Fwd: Beautiful explanation of death

> ~DEATH~
> WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT .. 
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> A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to
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> 'Doctor, I am afraid to die.
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> Tell me what lies on the other side.'
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> Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know.'
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> 'You don't know? You're, a Christian man,
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> and don't know what's on the other side?'
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> The doctor was holding the handle of the door;
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> On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,
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> And as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room
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> Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
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> 'Did you notice my dog?
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> He knew nothing except that his master was here,
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> And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
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> I know little of what is on the other side of death,
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> I know my Master is there and that is enough.'
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> May today there be peace within you.
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> May you trust God that you are exactly
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> I believe that friends are quiet angels
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> Have trouble remembering how to fly.
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