This picture was in my very first blog, and today I have to post it again. My Grandpa passed away this morning. My dad's dad. Peacefully. In his sleep. He had 99 years on him and was just ready to go and see Jesus. My Aunt Grace was there. The nurses had been in about an hour earlier. They asked him how he felt. He said he felt good. Then at 8:20 am Aunt Grace went to wake him up and he would not wake up, she got the nurses and they told her they thought he was gone. (He was in a nursing home.)
Grandpa was ready to go. Death is a part of living. Everyone dies, yet death is still so hard. It is comforting to know he is in Heaven with Jesus, Grandma, many friends, grandchildren, siblings, and lots of other people he knew.