There was a period during the last year of my mother's life when it felt like every time I called her, she was crying. Alarmed, I would ask, what's wrong? Mom would tearfully explain that another member of her Sunday school class had died and would share with me some poignant tidbit about the deceased. The last time we played out this scene, Mom broken-heartedly stated...
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Posted: 7 years ago | By: Christine Somers | In: Life Management | Read Time: 2 minutes, 3 seconds