Saturday, August 24, 2013

In July 1988 my mother came to Truro with me.

Joe was being the saint in white robes saying hello to folks during the preservice time. He stopped to meet Mom. She died in her sleep a day later at my house. I returned the next week and spoke to Joe about his touching Mom's heart just before her going to be with Jesus.

 Kari Marretta Reed

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