Here are pictures of the 4 kids with Carrol/Betty and the two of them by themselves.
From the mouths of babes...afterwords, Cate told all of us "Mamaw is in heaven now. Do you know how she got there? Uncle Mitchy came and got her, he wanted to come in his airplane but it was broken, so he came in his rocketship!" I am pretty convinced that Mitch came to get her in a rocketship just as much as I wish we could all have childlike faith like Cate.
I found this poem thought I thought fit these pictures well.
Her Hands
by Maggie Pittman
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.