His Passing
God granted me the grace to be with my father, the night he passed, patting his hand, telling him I loved him, reminding him of what a good provider he had been to his family. We had been estranged for a very long time.
My father got born again 3 years before he passed, and became my best friend and confidant.
The moment he passed, it was as if a legion of angels went right through me, collected him, and went back out the window.
It's an experience I will never forget as long as I live, and we'll have always been grateful for the opportunity to be by his side.
My father got born again 3 years before he passed, and became my best friend and confidant.
The moment he passed, it was as if a legion of angels went right through me, collected him, and went back out the window.
It's an experience I will never forget as long as I live, and we'll have always been grateful for the opportunity to be by his side.
