Her name was 'Lakshmi', [Goddess of wealth].
She lived in natural environment with her family in a small house of a big farm. She was bedridden since long, suffering from stroke and Alzheimer.
Her son looked after her in between the hard work of farming.
I remember her,giving me full lump of fresh butter on my home made bread for morning breakfast, and doing hardest manual work at the farm. She used to collect the red berries from thorny plants in winter and send it with some one to our place for we brother and sisters to cherish. Last time I mate her was one year back.At her diminishing memory, she recognized me. I was her daughter's son after all. She died last night, got herself free from life of pain and discomfort. I wonder, why people like her, living a pure natural life, got a disease like this.
I love you,and will miss you 'Maa'.This is a small tribute to you.May God permit peace to your soul.