My father left me this morning about 4:00am. I had a chance to see me and talk to him Saturday before I left to come back home. I told him that I loved him and I wanted him to let go so his pain would stop. Just before he died last night my mother had the same conversation and that’s when he finally felt he could start the next leg of his journey.
Right now I feel kick in the head, but I did get my chance to say good-bye and he acknowledged me one last time.
I’m not much into prayer, so I just ask that the Most High receives him and bless him.