Mine continued to turn into her mother, a woman she always said she dispised. My kids showed me a picture of them and a strange looking old woman. When I asked who it was they looked at me strangely and told me it was their mother! Last time I saw her she looked ten years older than me and I barely recognized her.

I wish happiness for her but she wouldn't understand the sentiment and if she experienced it she would look for something to complain about. The only woman I know who would go to heaven and complain about the decor.