Daddy went to Glory this morning at 12:46 a.m. Mom and I were with him. She had exactly what she wanted, which was to be laying with him when he went. He gurgled and I leaned in close sobbing and said “it’s okay to go, it’s okay to go.” He breathed out his last. We wept. Thank you for following us on this journey. I hope to know by this afternoon exactly when the viewing and memorial will be.
One of the last things mom said to dad was that he was consistent. He never strayed to the right or to the left. He just pressed forward. Press on daddy. I will see you again.