"I'll fly away, O glory, I'll fly away;
When I die, hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away."
After a week of the hospice nurse walking me through what to expect and with manifested realities being the mainstay of our days, Daddy passed away just before midnight last night.
Before bedtime my husband, Rose, Charlotte and I sang hymns to him. He would have sung along if he could have.
I'll Fly Away,
In the Sweet By and By,
When We all Get to Heaven,
and Nearer My God to Thee
This morning Charlotte came downstairs, and since her bedroom is just across the hall from where Daddy has lived these past two months, she asked, "Where is Granddaddy?"
"He's in heaven, Charlotte."
We embraced. She will always remember this walk too.
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