That's a sad story, Geoff:

The reverend we visited in the hospital has a wonderful sense of humor, and even though he was hard to understand at times, he had stretches where he was very funny, and had all of us laughing. One of the beautiful things that he said was "I'm not afriad of where I'm going." That was very comforting. In her final weeks, My Mother
was excited about going home. She knew where she was going too, and although she loved all of us dearly, she was ready to go.

For many years, my wife and I have visited terminally ill people, and we've had enough beautiful experiences that it has taken some of the mystery out of death. "Oh death, where is thy sting?"

We spent today with old man death, but it wasn't depressing. He must hate all the joyful singing...

Jerry