Mom, Mutti, Leslie has gone home. Her doctor called me as I was leaving home and told me she was failing, so I turned around and went for our last visit. We spent an hour and a half together...I spoke to her and held her hand. I do not think she know I was there but I'm sure she felt it. I took this picture before her death of her hand, nails beautifully done as always, with her rosary. She lived with style, and died with style. Surely a lady with strength and character.