This was my mother,  Dorothy Bell Currier Cote.  We buried her in August of 2013.  At the time, what is left of the family decided that since we had contacted what friends and family were left, we didn’t need an obituary.

I regret that decision now and wish to write a little about her.

She suffered  with Arthritis for close to 60 years, she died at 90.  I remember, in my youth, my father carried her up the stairs so she could come into her own house.

Her feet and hands were so deformed, it was painful to walk and impossible to open jars or click the button on a pen.

I don’t recall her complaining.  She just kept going. 

She ran a kindergarten for some years, worked as a secretary for a few years also.

Both my parents loved my sister,  brother and myself. 

She lived with my sister the last 9 years of her life and I would see her every year for a few weeks, to a month.  She would come and stay with us.

I am disappointed with myself for my lack of compassion,  mercy and failing to show her the love she deserved.

She wasn’t always easy to get along with,  I believe this was probably caused by unremitting pain.

Anyway Mom, I just want to say I’m sorry for so many things.  I wish we could re-live your last years.

I believe  that you did invite Jesus to forgive you on your death bed.  I believe that was the moment you found peace in your soul and walked away with Jesus.

Lord Jesus, please  forgive me my sins.  Mom, rest in peace.

Thanks for visiting. blessings.
bill theunfettered preacher cote
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