The Passing of Florence

One of the residents at my mom's house died Saturday. She was 82 years old and had lived there for five years. I'd gotten to know her quite well. A very friendly old lady with a remarkable sense of humour and a positive outlook on life. I sat at the kitchen table doing a crossword with my parents and eating lunch Saturday. She was with there with us, joking around, teasing us we attempted the tough weekend puzzle. A few hours later, mom took her to church and that's where she died. Mom told us she was sitting there kidding that she'd drive them back to the house after church, and a few minutes later took one big breath and was gone. What gets my mind spinning, is the fact that she had always said that she had no problem with dying, but that she wanted to get to church before she did. She got her wish. She had a peaceful death where she wanted to be in the end... what more could anyone ask?

She will be missed and fondly remembered.