Fly Home

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It’s been two weeks since my dad passed away. Last night, my phone rang and I was surprised when the name “Frances” showed up on caller I.D. Frances was my dad’s caretaker for 3 years. She and I hadn’t spoken since the night before my dad’s passing. When my dad died she called my brother who lives in Arizona who then contacted me.

Frances apologized for not calling me sooner. Shortly after my dad’s passing she went home for 10 days to Mexico to visit her family.

She thanked me for the flowers I had sent her. I. told her, again, how much I appreciated her and how thankful I was for all her help and kindness over the years.

She then went on to share how during the last few hours of my dad’s life she had music playing on the CD player in his room. She played the Michael Buble CD I gave him a few Christmases ago. She played other music too. When my dad took his last breath at 4am, “I’ll Fly Away” was playing in the background.

After we ended our conversation, I listened to that beautiful song again and focused on the lyrics.

What a fitting way to end this chapter. The day before he died I shared this post with you all point him home.

No more prison. No more shackles.

Some bright morning when this life is over
I’ll fly away
To that home on God’s celestial shore
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

When the shadows of this life have gone
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

Oh, how glad and happy when we meet
I’ll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

 

One thought on “Fly Home

  1. Anne

    Good morning Eileen. This is such a beautiful post. And it’s such a beautiful message. I’m going through the same thing right now with my mother. I know she’s going home to a much better place. But she’s going to be missed so much here.

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