It was May again.  We had just celebrated my birthday, Mothers birthday, and Mothers Day,  the next celebration was to be Memorial Day.  Again I got a call from Kaye saying I'd better get there this time as, there wasn't much hope.  We left the morning of the 24th, and arrived the afternoon of the 25th. Of all the time we had driven straight thru to Nebraska we decided to stop and sleep this time. I really didn't realize just how bad Mom was.  Kaye had finally told the doctor to just leave Mom alone.  They were still trying to draw blood  every few hours of which was nothing less than torment for her.   When I got there, I learned that they were just keeping mom going until I could get there and say good bye.  When I touched her hand she screamed with pain, as all of her fingers wereturning black from lack of circulation.  Her kidney's had shut downand she was on her way out of this world.  After regaining my wits,  it was decided that we would just let her go naturally as, there was no need for her to suffer any more.  And she didn't. There was a morphine drip started, and she lay quietly until the end, no more pain, no more suffering, just peace. There was a point when Dave and Dina were in the room alone with Mom, they said they were just sitting there talking to her when they felt this presence walk in.  He put his hand on one of their shoulder's and then walked over to Mom's bedside.  David said he thought it was Daddy coming to let her know he was waiting for her.  I think it was an Angel, for it was a peaceful presence.  I'm not sure how long after that she left us but, I am sure she went to heaven from there. We didn't take Mom to Denver to be buried with Dad, but decided to keep in Benkleman, near Kaye.  (We hope to one day have Dad brought to her.) But, it was seeing her in her casket, so beautiful, that I knew for sure that the Lord had his hand on Momma.  It was as thought all of the years of turmoil and stress were gone.  There was no frown from trying to see something, that she couldn't see.  There were no wrinkles, just a beautiful, beautiful woman, that didn't even look to be 77 years old.   When we asked the funeral director what he did to make her look like that, He said, "Nothing she did it all by herself."  She was buried the day after Memorial Day, making May an even more eventful month. She is with  Him now, and I know that she is happy.  I know that the Bible says that in heaven we will know no more sorrow, no more tears, we will never be thirsty or hungry.  I would like to think she is still looking after us but, I know that she is too busy singing and praising the Lord to be worrying about me.  Thank goodness, as she did enough worrying here on earth. But, she will always be a part of my life  through memories and the parts of her that I inherited, some good and some bad.  I'm so glad she was chosen to be my mother.  I wouldn't have chosen any other. I love you, Momma, And I miss you more than you could ever know.