My daugther, Inda, called this morning. Her normally cheerful voice was muffled by a blanket of sadness. She did not beat around the bush. Her uncle Johny had died just one hour earlier.
Johny is/was Ida's brother. Ida is Inda's mother. Johny had a marvelous personality. His sense of humor and quick wit were God-given gifts. He was loved by everyone who knew him. He loved to play golf and looked forward to playing more since his retirement a few years ago.
Johny had been ill for sometime, so his passing, was at the same time painful to family and friends but did not come as a surprise.
Inda was with him when he took his last breath. Death is something she had never witnessed personally before. I find it hard to know what to say in times like this, so I let her do most of the talking. The two of them, Inda and Johny, were very close. She said the only thing that comforted her in being there was that she knows he did not suffer in the end.
Earth is a little darker now, but heaven is a little brighter. |
