She passed the day after Easter this year. That morning her face was an alarming ashen gray, so I knew it wouldn't be too long. I was with her all morning and afternoon. At 3PM I got a phone call from one of the visiting nurses. I checked to see that my mom was ok, then I walked out of the room to talk to the nurse. I was only out of the room for one minute. When I walked back into the room, I immediately knew she had passed. In that one minute, her face had completely transformed. She was full of color and rosy cheeks, as though she was completely healthy and just sleeping. I took that as a sign that all was well and that she was safe in God's arms.