O Beautiful Sunrise

Sunshine glinted off the plane as it took off early Saturday morning. “O beautiful sunrise.” Dad is experiencing sunrise in Glory. It’s sunrise this morning as I am on the porch where he so often sat. However, it isn’t sunrise in Glory where I am though the trees are green, the birds sing, and the cucumbers Dad planted on the porch begin to vine. Dad wanted the ugly pile of brush on the hospital parking lot out of here. It was there when I came, but this morning, I see it’s gone. Dad rests in the splendor of Glory, and these things are no longer important.

Little bikes are parked in Dad’s garage. A small great-granddaughter asked Mom, “Why did great-grandpa die?” Dad enjoyed nothing more than watching these little ones. A mom reports seeing Dad shake with laughter at their antics at the last Grandpa Night gathering.

Why did Dad die? His body was worn out. He lived his life well, and now he’s s left us for sunrise in Glory. We rejoice that Dad is Home.

Berniece

P.s. I reflect over the crowd gathered last evening: family, friends, cousins of folks, my cousins, special friends of folks, and special friends of ours, Shawn, the hospice nurse . . . Dad was loved. We are loved. We love you. Thank you for being there for us.