I’ve been seeing a lot of Facebook posts lately stating that seeing someone you love take their last breath is horrible, and an image you will never forget.  I disagree with the horrible part, as long as that person knows Jesus!  I was with both my grandfather and my mother as they each discarded their earthly bodies and entered into the presence of the Lord.  (2 Cor. 5:8)  Yes, I miss them!  Yes, it’s hard not being able to talk to them again.  But I am thankful that I was with them during those last few moments.  I did not get a chance to say good-bye to my Daddy, who passed away two weeks after I graduated from high school.  I SO wanted to have that chance to say a few more things to him… mostly how much I loved and appreciated him.  But I know where he is, and I know where my grandfather and my mother are!

You see, a few months before my Daddy died for real, he had one of those “near death” experiences as they call them.  Oh, he actually died alright, and he got a brief glimpse of heaven, speaking with Jesus Himself!  He had to come back for a short time, but he really didn’t want to.  Hearing his story gave me peace and comfort when he DID move on to his heavenly home that I otherwise would not have had.  It also gave me a greater peace when I lost my mother years later, and many other saved loved ones since.

So now I feel led to share my Daddy’s story – one of hope and strength and comfort and love, and NO FEAR!  I am writing it now, and pray it will comfort a multitude who have also lost loved ones.  Pray that I get it finished and printed quickly, for the need is great.