Day 117 -- I'll Fly Away

Today Hospice came to visit Dad and it was obvious that he was failing more quickly.  He was not responding to being moved, poked or prodded as he had before.  She said 24-48 hours.  Then the Hospice aides came to give him a sponge bath and so I decided it was time to head for the church to practice How Great Thou Art.  Suddenly Jodi was in the church telling me to get home now, and I ran out to the car, driving like an idiot, pulling out in front of a big truck I'm told, but nonetheless, getting  to Dad's side before he left us.  What a peaceful leave taking as he took his final breathes.  We were all with him as he took his last breath with us and met his Savior in the same instance to receive his pain-free, new body in heaven.  We thanked God for taking him to his bosom, and we wept for ourselves because he was gone.  But what a glorious day he was having--as my brother said, I wish I could see what he sees now.  "When I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away."