We received the call at 3am last night. My husband's beloved grandmother, Edna Allen, had passed away. She had a very long life, living well up into her 90s. But she'd had almost a ten year battle with Alzheimer's, several battles with pneumonia, and in May of this year she broke her hip. She is at peace now, and I am happy for her. But I will miss her. I remember when she came to see us after our son was born. She and I were sitting on the sofa, holding my newborn son, and talking about babies and life. The conversation detoured to some difficult areas and she told me about taking care of her husband who had Alzheimer's and how difficult that was. "But God took my husband so that I could take care of Barbara." Barbara was her daughter who passed away six months after her father. She died of breast cancer that had gone to the bone. I remember when Edna was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She was angry at herself, not God. And just this week she told someone, "Ask God to come get me." She had a strong faith and she is at peace now. She will be greatly missed.