Tante sleeps in morphine comfort. Thank G_d for peaceful comfort. Thank G_d for peaceful sleep. In ninety-five years she held court from anywhere ... a kitchen sink, a kitchen counter, a vegetable garden, a dining table, a potters' wheel and kiln.
"As clay are we, as soft and yielding clay
That lies between the fingers of the potter.
At her will she moulds it thick or thin,
And forms its shape according to her fancy.
So are we in Thy hand, G_d of love;
Remember Your promise and show Thy mercy." (after an anonymous poem from the Yom Kippur liturgy)