I drove home with the windows open, letting the beauty of the season fill my lungs. I had a feeling I would be back that afternoon, but I still enjoyed the car ride home. I hugged and kissed my kids, we cuddled on the couch, and the phone rang ... I knew. My dad couldn’t bear to speak the words, and I simply said, “It was a beautiful day to go to heaven.” I kissed my kids and husband again, and began the drive to my sister’s. We passed on the road as she went to drop her daughter at school, we both pretended we didn’t see the other ... I sat in her drive and waited. As my sister arrived and got out of her car, we actually smiled, held hands, looked into the fall sky and agreed, it was a beautiful day to go to heaven ...
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This has to be one of the most beautiful stories that I have ever read. Recently my mom and grand daughter passed away and sometimes the higher power comes along to comfort us during the most trying times of our lives.
I'm crying. This is beautiful, and you're right, what a beautiful way to die. Take good care.
What a beautiful outlook at life and deah. You have a close family. I also have a close family. My dad knew he was dying of heart failure six weeks before he actually went. He worked by choice till three weeks before he died. His olny request was he not be alone. We have six siblings and we promised him he would not. He thought he would not make it till Thanksgiving. We celebrated early. When Thanksgiving came, he said he wouldn't make Xmas. We decorated the house. He loved it. Mom's birthday was 12-10. He thought he wouldn't make it. He wanted to make it. He died that day. Peacefully with 12 people in the home speaking to him. When he could no longer talk the last few hours, he could understand you still. I told him, Let me tell you all that I learned form all the talking you did to us. I had each sibling tell what he meant to them. My mother was touched and in tears. She got to tell him something that made him laugh for the last time. He died peacefully and loved and respected.
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