Stan called the Hospice at 8 a.m. He was told Papa had been peaceful all night. Nothing had changed since yesterday.
As we prepared to pick up Stan's sister from the airport, the phone rang. I expected a call from my father, who calls every Saturday morning around 8:30, but it was the Hospice telling us Papa had just died.
We do not grieve as those who have no hope, for we know that we shall see him again.
He was very ready to go to heaven and often spoke of seeing his parents and his brother Emil.
We rejoice that he is now 'home' and knows it.