Reflections on the Death of My Mother

God Bless you and your family. I lost my Mother this Spring at 83 years of age. It is a shock to be the oldest generation in the family in your mid-fifties. My parents grew up in the Depression and never forgot it. They both worked well into their 80's and continued to save their money. My brother and I have both inherited a considerable sum of money for which I am very grateful. I spend many hours praying that I will bring honor to their lives. I like to believe that I am keeping them alive in my heart! I talk to them everyday! I will keep you and your family in my prayers.