Mary loved stories. As she sensed her time getting closer, she would ask for others to tell her stories. As she often said when asked how she was doing, when you can’t breathe, nothing else much matters.
All along the way, Mary was always thinking of others and most importantly Clara. Her last few days with me were spent talking about Clara and how much she wanted her to know how much she loved her. This was on her computer and FB.
Love you Mary & Clara