Journal 48, page 46

Mother's last day was 1 yr ago. She said faintly to Nan "So long"-slept much-breathed faintly mouth wide open-eyes so changed, a green color. Watched me as I sat smoothing hand or limbs-her tongue to dry to speak until by happy tho't Nan moistened it & then said "Berlin-Mary-Mamie-awful sorry"/sorry not to see them, they were so soon to come & did 10 days later. She nodded when I helped out her wish by saying the messages I knew she wanted given. She kissed me on the cheek as I knelt beside her & I kissed her on the brow. We knew it was our leave taking!

All our Brace cousins came to see her-they said they should not have known her & she took no notice. She [..... .. ... ...] Is [?]

my [?] "Blest seats [?]." (O mother dear) The day was sweet & sunny, fit closing for her sunny life.

August 6, 1893

Mother-Gone.

One year ago she went away-12 minutes after midnight & the date August 7. She went away who for 53 years had been & who must be always nearest of souls to me. She went away who at nearly 88 had no sense in any wise abated & was full of love, wisdom & hope. Today I live & see & know it all & think hers the most blessed life-the best-that ever came to my ken. And I feel that she is surely with God and those she loved best-only if I could but know! "in whatever land thou art" the Lord bless the & keep thee" thou great & blessed one!

August 7, 1393

Went out for the first time in nearly 2 weeks to ride-save once to Realp when I got a relapse. Day lovely and so glad to feel somewhat adequate once more. Cossie took her Kodak, fit got some views. Nan went to Lucerne in her capable, kind way, to get the money for Isabel & make other arrangements for our leaving here. Nan is the dearest thing on earth.

And under all, I lived each hour of Mother's last day in Rest Cottage-I mean the one when her dear, friendly face looked from its casket in the pretty bay window at Rest Cottage and we knew she would so soon lie hidden forever more from sight.

August 8, 1S93

Furca Pass.

We left our pleasant rooms at Hotel Bellevue-our poor kind Swiss waiter who has taken such pains; our broken-nosed, blond, pathetic manager, our kind faced Kammer [?] frau; "snap went the whip round went the wheels" & we were off over the highest carriage-pass the[?] Suisse. Thirty pounds per week had left our noble woman popular and her gratuities were heavy. They grieved to lose her who had been so gracious-St such good game/Poor, generous Cozzie! We had a splendid day of mountain-[....].-great