Am in San Antonio with family. I have another sister and brother here (I’m the kid who left town). My older sister Dorothy took her final breath on this earth last night in a hospice facility, where she was taken earlier this week after suffering a heart attack. She had a lot of health issues these last few years. About an hour before she finished her race I read much of John 14 to her. A hospice nurse came in and was going to check her her heart when Dorothy took her final breath. We were all with her except my other sister who was actually just arriving at the hospice facility. Our prayer was that Dorothy’s final moments would be quiet ones, but was hard watching her go through the process of her body slowly shutting down.
Dorothy had a tough life. I’ll leave it at that and choose to think that playing great hymns of the faith to her she had to remember from her youth and sharing sweet words of Our Savior found a God prepared heart even as she was unresponsive.