Dad passed shortly before 2pm today. About a half hour before his death the Hospice nurse said he was in God’s waiting room waiting on his number to be called.
I had felt all day that dad was waiting on something. And maybe it was for his number to be called. But at some point during our discussion my dad’s brothers walked in, spoke to him, and within a couple of minutes he was gone.
Pulmonary fibrosis and lung cancer can have such a painful ending, but dad’s journey was peaceful with little pain. He was at peace and full of grace to the end. Now he has the new lungs he wanted. He has new life. We are grateful.
Thank you all for your continued prayers and support.