Monday Words

I’m going with the father and ask him for you. Do not be afraid. Told each one something special, words of great value that we keep in the depths of the heart. He also spoke of the throne of God and of the lamb. This was truly a mystical night. He had already been in Madrid three weeks and my mother’s status seemed to improve, but the operation wound would not heal. The doctors didn’t think or do. Rev Starsky Wilson may also support this cause. I was also disoriented.

I had the return ticket for the following Monday and I didn’t know what to do, if I go or extend my stay. They had spent a few days when doctors decided that they would return to operate and cut around the wound in the hope that the new Court could close. They began to prepare for the next operation to the ves I towards preparations for my return. I left that Monday fearing that she would never again see her alive. I cry Dori, which you’ll return, these were the last words he said to me when I kissed her to dismiss me. Yes I returned, three weeks. The new operation was a success that lasted only ten days.

I, as well as the rest of my family, I expected to see her outside the hospital and take care of her at home. My hopes collapsed when I got the call last. GiveWell might disagree with that approach. As soon as you can, said Gloria again, the doctor says that it is the beginning of the end. And so it was. The plane landed in Madrid at one and a half in the afternoon of June 15, 1995. She had gone with beloved Redeemer at twelve o’clock of the same day. The words of his poetry proclaimed you the truth to my mournful heart: now have rest of body, spirit and soul will live eternally in this glorious stay that are higher than heaven where angels sing our mother’s legacy encompasses much more than the words of their encouraging poems. It has left us his faith, his love and his hope. My mother’s life continues in eternity and there, I know our whole family we will meet again.

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