It was a night like any other. Dad called to check on him and no doubt he would be watching the braves. Any night there was a game on you would find him in his recliner, remote in hand and baseball on TV. I can't help but wonder the thoughts that went through his mind that night. At 93 you know he knew his time was near. But you are never quite ready for that word at any age...death. As bedtime came he made his way to his room. Dressed in his pajamas (he always wore pajamas) he crawled into bed. I can hear his prayer in the dark of the night. "Lord I'm here...thank you for another day." As I think about the next few hours I pray he was at peace. No suffering and no pain. At some point during the night he made his way to the guest room closet and grabbed his suitcase. He laid it at the foot of the bed. He was ready. This event has played over in my mind since then wondering what was happening and what he was thinking. In my mind...the angels had appeared! "Jesus is waiting...come with us...your time has come!" What a joy! With all the excitement Poppy did what any of us would do preparing for a journey. We would grab our suitcase and prepare to go. I can hear the angels say with a little laugh and grin "No need for that...HE is all you need."
What a life he lived. What a legacy he left. We miss you Poppy and our love for you will never fade. You and Gran-Gran dancing on the streets of gold.
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| Easter with the great-grandkids! |
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