My mother-in-law died this morning. She passed away with loved ones surrounding her and as peacefully as possible under the curcumstances. It was hard to witness her take her last breath, but at the same time it felt as though it was meant to be —hanging on to her longer was hurting her and not what she wanted. I'm so relieved that she wasn't alone. Much later that afternoon while waiting to make arrangements at the Neptune Society we wandered through the stunning old Columbarium on Lone Mountain. I was captivated by this stainglass window's color, light and the beautiful gesture of being guided to heaven — it felt really fitting for the day we'd just been through. (I love symbolist and preraphaelite women and angels) The saying on the window is "She Did Good Always." Hubby and I argue all the time about the use of absolutes, so I'm sure he'll agree that "always" is just too much for any of us, but she did good in many ways, touched many lives and we will remember and honor her memory.