My Dad passed away last night and I’m on my way to the U.S. to be with my Mom and the rest of the family. He had been in the hospital 2 times in the past 2 weeks. The doctors felt that he would live another 6 months to a year, but last night while Dad and Mom were watching tv Mom noticed that Dad’s chest wasn’t rising and falling, so she tapped his hand and said, “Bill.” When he didn’t respond she went to the nurses’ station and by the time she and the nurse returned, Dad’s heart was just beating it’s last beats. And he had gone to be with Jesus, peacefully. Just two days ago I asked my Dad about Jesus being his Lord and Savior and he said, “Oh yes I’ve always believed that and I still do.” Mom said Dad was talking about Jesus and asking God to help him all these last days. Friends from the church were there to pray with them just about 30 minutes before he died.
I fly the a.m. of the 5th and am able to stay overnight in London with a team that has been here at New Hope for the past few days. They will take care of my accommodation.
I will be home for about 3 weeks.