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I want to thank everyone for the prayers for my Dad and our family, they were felt. As many of you know, my Dad was admitted into MICU at Maricopa Medical Center last Friday with multiple organ failure due to sepsis from a nasty little bug called C. Diff. Dad was up and down all week, he had some bad days and some good days where it looked like he might recover and also looked promising he might go home. Thursday afternoon when we came to visit and the doctors were gathered around, Dad was alert and they were talking about his miraculous recovery. I was able to tell Dad how much his family loved him and that many people were praying for him. I also promised him if he got better and went home, we would never come back to the hospital. That very night, Dad went home, not to Prescott, but to be in Glory forever more. God had let us intervene enough and He created a situation to free my Dad of all pain and suffering forever; Dad had a catastrophic brain aneurism. God had fulfilled His promise, not mine. My brother flew in immediately from Las Vegas; he arrived and was able to see Dad in a very peaceful state while his physical body continued to live (Lyndon had drove out Saturday and stayed until Monday too).
My oldest sister from Nashville and my Dad’s little brother made arrangements and flew in. During their transit here, we had Dad transferred to Hospice of the Valley near my house. It was a very peaceful and good environment for family to say their final good byes.

Dad and Mom’s pastor from Prescott Valley just happened to be camping 5 miles away from the hospice when we transferred Dad, so they immediately came to see Dad when he arrived. (The scriptures say that God goes before and after us) It was time for me to go the airport and Dad peacefully passed away when I was at the airport picking my sister and uncle up. My Dad was in the presence of the Lord and could no longer stay, why would he? I can only imagine how excited Dad was when Jesus said to him, “Welcome Gary, my good and faithful servant”.

Dad was finally Home in Heaven where he longed to be and by the blood of Jesus, it was possible to be seen righteous by God. My Dad ran the race, but Jesus won it for him 2000 years ago.

Today we will be visiting my Aunt Margaret’s burial spot in Chandler and then we will be heading to Prescott Valley for the viewing and the memorial service. (If you want to attend on Sunday, please let me know and I will get you the details) We plan on having a grave side service in Paducah, Kentucky on January 26 or February 9th, we are still deciding. My Mom’s request is to have Dad’s favorite song “Amazing Grace” played on the bag pipes at the service, the song rings out Dad story.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me….

I once was lost but now am found,

Was blind, but now, I see.