by Macy Johnson
“An angel of the Lord appeared to them,
and the glory of the Lord shone around
them, and they were terrified.”
(Luke 2:9 NIV)
The Haven was decorated for Christmas
and carols were piped through the facility, but I was giving Daddy a solo
concert of all the Christmas hymns and carols I could recall. When you sing songs
in church for decades, you remember most of them, as I did.
Although my father had drifted
mentally far from us many years before, I could always bring him back to me
with a simple question: “Daddy, do you want to go play golf?” At my words, he
would turn and look at me with bright blue eyes shining as he formed the one
word, “Yes!”
My father was off life-support. I
suggested my sister go home and get some rest - I would stay the night with
Daddy. Little did I know I would watch him take his last breath that afternoon.
It happened immediately after I finished singing, “Hark! The Herald Angels
Sing.” He was ushered into heaven to hear the angels rejoice at his arrival. I
am so thankful that my heavenly Father allowed me to be with my father when he
was carried home on angels’ wings.
I will remember
those who have gone before us and eternally worship with the angels. I hope you
will, too!
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