my "holy" mother

yesterday we celebrated the death old my mother,  Ruth.  At the time of her passing she was asleep,  aged 92 years. But there were few complaints from the family; she hard a life threatening stroke at age 47 and had been expected to die then.  

   late in the ceremony the priest, who did not know mum,  but had done his homework. He drew the attention of those present to two images of mum in the booklet provided, he said that he could identify simply from her face that mum was a "truly good person". He continued to speak in that for some time.