This morning sometime between 3 am and 4:30 am, Mildred =Betty Elliott left her body to join with those on the other =side. 

Here is a =poem that says it better than I:

Parable of Immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry =Van Dyke - 1852 - 1933

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side =spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue =ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and =watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just =where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then =someone at my side says, 'There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my =sight - that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she =was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living =freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in =me, not in her.

And just =at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' =,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready =to take up the glad shout :
'Here she =comes!'
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We will =let you know when the services will be.

Blessed be. =Namaste.