God saw you getting tired, Darlene, and a cure was not to be, So he put His arms around you and whispered "come to me". With tearful eyes they watched you and saw you pass away. And though they loved you dearly they could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating and hard working hands are now at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us all... HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST. May the Good Lord hold you in His loving care & give your family 7 friends comfort. Blessings, Cath.