A great grandfather

Here lies a man, old and tested by time. He lays in a hospice bed, he's sea foam gown draped over him ad his blanket just over his feet. The wife he's known for 59years, so short and frail leans over him. They just remarried, and how content she is.
The look on his face tells me he is ready to sleep, not our sleep but the sleep that takes him home. Back to when he was a boy, when he first met Jesus, when he first met his wife, when his mother would make him warm milk to sleep.
His wife speaks of him coming home, my mother his daughter in law, tries to hold her tears back. She knows he won't be home.

This man once a mountain and now so frail was born on 1931. Not many of his fellow are still here.

How I know they all wish his blood granddaughter and her adorable little boy were here. Instead here I sit on this little couch pleasantly surprised at how beautifully decorated this hospice home is.