Many families don’t have the privilege of stumbling upon an obituary already written for them when a loved one dies.
I did. My mom loved fiercely but honestly. Here is what she left to be shared:
The object in my life is to die, go to heaven and meet Jesus face to face, not stand in some line at Safeway waiting for a flu shot.
Goal reached!
I was born Aug. 16, 1938 in Victor,…