I have been so sick the last 2 weeks that I was sure that I was going to go see my daughter at last. Thursday night I had a dream, a perplexing dream and I could not figure out the meaning. Then at eight thirty friday morning I got a call from my youngest daughter. My next daughter had come to her house thursday night not feeling well and wanted to stay with her. Sometime between 4.am Fri and 9 am. She quietly left this world for the other side.  Now a second daughter to bury and I'm still here. Seems like there is no limit to what we are asked to bare before we can slip into that night.  "I cannot say,and I will not say that she is dead --she is just away! With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand, she wandered into an unknown land, and left us dreaming how very fair it needs must be,since she lingers there;  So think of her faring on, as dear in the love of there as the love of here; Think of her still as the same, I say: She is not dead---She is just away!  James Whitcomb Riley.  My phone has not stopped ringing she had so many friends. I don't think she really know how much everyone loved her.  Pray for me.