Ruby and I became acquainted in 1973. In our conversations through the years there was a common bond. Both of us loved the Lord and strived to be doers of His word by the life we lived. There was never a conversation between us that did not include the goodness of God. There was never a time she did not ask how the children and grandchildren were doing. She’d end with, I keep up with those three granddaughters on their Nee-née Facebook page. We’d laugh about her knowing more about what the girls were doing than I did. We blended our families together on the basis found in the word of God 1John 4:7-8 (7)Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and everyone that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. (8)He that loveth not knoweth not God for God is love. We would talk at least once or twice a month about the word of God, sports, local/world news and family. The last conversation we had was a week before she was hospitalized. Ruby once again thanked me for traveling to London with Shenita to support Jaylon’s Art Exhibit. In our final words to each other on that day, she’d say to me take of yourself. My response to her was you do the same. She responded, Kathie I’m just waiting for Him to come. I didn’t know at that time what it meant, but she knew. “Love Never Fails”