My name is Betty and I am the youngest daughter of Louise. My mom died September 9. When she went into the hospital for the last time, she made sure that she packed the meditations which you had given her. I wanted to let you know that as we sat with my mother on the day she died, I was reciting your meditations to her. As I read, she was squeezing my sister’s hand (I believe to let us know that she heard us). I thank you for all the comfort you brought my mom.