Called.....

Morning started out no different than the last few days.  A bit of restless sleep, a blaring alarm, and a trek up the stairs to check on mom.  She was resting as well as she could.  Penny spent the night the night before and left to take care of her family early.  She came back and said "Good Morning, Dorie!" She reached down and checked her pulse (it must be the nurse in her) and it was fast.  She turned to talk to my dad, as I continued to fiddle around on my computer looking up pictures of Mark Harmon (for silly reasons....not just because he's a bit of a hunk).  Minutes later, Dad noticed that Mom hadn't taken a breath in a while.  Penny reached down and checked her wrist again and couldn't find a pulse.  Mom had quietly slipped away.  Carried to the Father's Kingdom on the wings of angels.  I have visions of her dancing through the gates, being greeted by her sister, and close friends who've gone before her.  She's meeting her King.  In a way I am almost jealous, but I KNOW I will see her again one day.  Until then, she'll be in my heart and on my mind.  I don't think there will ever be a day that passes where I don't think of her, her smile, her glares.  I can still see her sitting in her chair with the computer on her lap, falling asleep.  Forever she will be my mommy and I will never be without her.