I see a young mother whose faith has kept her going strong throughout the years. A mother who is standing in the gap with a heart for the ones with a broken heart. The prayers flowing out of a grateful heart for her son fighting a war inside of his body. A war inside in need of becoming resolved.
Next, shes's going down a road of bumps here and there that she is unfamiliar to her. Even though her faith has stood tall throughout the years a illness spreads into her body. The ovarian cancer that is getting worse making her worse making her weaker. It's in the end that it claims her life as the tears come down her face.
The tears that are falling upon the soft ground of soft dirt and leaves. Lastly, she is remembered as a lady of great faith. She is remembered as a lady of grace to all of her family and friends.