When I was here in the spring, the Bells found out that Mrs. Bell's mother, Mrs. Phares, had cancer.  She made the decision not to treat it in any way since she was more than eighty years old and 22 years a widow.  It was hard for me to hear when Mr. and Mrs. Bell shared with us.  She died just a week after I came back and the memorial service was today.  The staff all went and sat with the Bells as family.  I started to get teary towards the middle and couldn't hold them back when the minister shared that her two little great-granddaughters had just finished reading Pilgrim's Progress and said she had crossed the dark river and was in the Celestial city when they heard about her being gone.  This evening we had a nice family dinner with the Bells' kids and grandkids.  Lydia, Chloe, Christian, and Ava are so much fun.  I wished you all were with me today.  I love you all.

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Spero meliora.