We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

But when the morn came dim and sad
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed - she had
Another morn than ours.

The Death Bed by Thomas Hood

Joyce,
 
I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am about your Mom. How I wish that I lived closer to you so I could hold your hand through all this. Instead, I send this little angel to watch over you.

HUGS!!! Jill
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