This morning, my Mother's Care-giver called me to say that my Mother passed away. She had been already in the terminal stage for the past month. Even with the oxygen tank, her respiration finally expired. She also had Dementia so she could hardly recognize me, if at all. Her failure to recognize me made it difficult to visit her, as it took an emotional toll on me. Of course, her Inability to recognize is not her fault at all, but rather the Dementia. Since she died at the age of 95, she lived much longer than my three cousins who died within the last 10 years or so. I would appreciate prayers for her that she is now in a better place. Anyway, that leaves me as the last remaining survivor of my family. So to preserve the name, I have to live long. And that's the purpose of this website.