At 3:05 p.m. this afternoon, dad left this world. The past few days, he has been surrounded by his family, friends, and pastor. It was as it should be. He had been unresponsive for more than 24 hours, but just minutes before passing, he squeezed mom's hand. I am overcome with peace by the knowledge that he is no longer fighting and his spirit is at rest.
Warmest gratitude to all who have walked through the last 21 months with our family. We are deeply grateful.
"For what is it to die but to stand in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."
Kahil Gibran, The Prophet