Glad reunion

The demons in my head seem less powerful as I ponder God's infinite love and forgiveness. Today was the first Sunday back to church after Dad's death. It was the first Sunday in church, for the last 6 years, without Dad. I sensed him dancing and clapping, hugging Mom, Johncito, Robert, his parents, and all his own siblings- worshipping his God  in fullness of His glory- face to face-- no more need for faith. No more pain. He finished his race praising God. At the very end he shared the visions he was seeing-- family and people, who according to him, " are everywhere, lots of people and all look very decent". I interpreted that as the "great cloud of witnesses". Well done, Dad! Thanks for showing me how to live and even how to die.