My husband died at 6:10 p.m. on April 6, 2012, Good Friday. He stopped by on his way out and so when the nursing home phoned 20 minutes later, I was not at all surprised.
It was himself as he had always been that stopped by just as we were ready to start supper and when he came by, I thought, we need to set a plate for him, and then he was gone. I asked my daughter twice if she had noticed anything but she hadn't.
Death is indeed a mystery and there is something beyond. Thank you, my friend, for stopping in.
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