I feel you here, Little Edna

Hen

Dear Mom,

I'm so glad your cancer happened before mine and I was blessed with a couple of years to love and care for you.  Shortly after John and Jesus welcomed you home, I sat in your chair for chemo and felt the comfort of you near me.  I could feel your hand on my old bald  head as I slept in the recliner - you were and are always near.  Thank you, Lord, for Little Edna.  She had 88 years and never stopped smiling and looking for a chance to dance.  Give John a big hug for me

Love,

Hen