The Day She Died

Today is the day my Grandma Tate went to meet her Maker.
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She slipped away quietly in her sleep.
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My Dad was there with her, just the two of them.
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A few short hours before her last breath she knew Dad was there and that it was him.

That woman could laugh.
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OH!  Could she EVER laugh!
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And could she ever cook.
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A beautiful woman, inside and out.
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A wonderful mother

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She LOVED to hear her boys sing.

with a passel full of Grandkids,
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who she loved and prayed for their entire lives.
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Devoted and loving wife,
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She loved that man.

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OH!  Did she EVER love that man!

April 23, 2011 Dorothy Mae Tate beholds the face of her Savior, reunited with her husband Amos and her daughter Donna Mae.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful saints.   Psalm 116:15

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