For the third time in my life I have lost a father. When I was alone with oupa Collin this afternoon, I said. “Daddy, I have an invitation for you. The King of love has sent for you. You must go!”
His spirit was already there; only his body was lagging behind. A short while afer we saw his face turn ashen. With his beloved wife, daughter, sister and the three of us around his bed, holding on to him, stroking his head and hands, I started singing one of his favourite songs:
“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see.
Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come. TÃs grace has brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we’ve no less days to sing His praise than when we’ve first begun.”
He was looking up, seeing something we could not see. Mom carried on: “Praise God, praise God…”and with that he heeded the call from the King of love and went into His arms.
What a glorious send off. God is great.