My mother, Marilyn Cotton died at noon today in a hospice facility.
Darrel, my brother, informed me of her death while I was waiting in Seattle for a flight to Redmond. It was not unexpected, but startling nonetheless.
I am in Prineville now. Starting tomorrow, we will execute her burial wishes -- to be buried in Powers in a plot next to her first-born son, Craig.
But, for now, I wanted her friends and family to know that her soul has moved on into the presence of The Messiah, around whom she built her life.
When matters calm down, I will write more about her.
For now, we note her death.