Thank you Fox, and Daisy, and Kathryn. He went home to heaven. I was in bed and my husband brought me my phone. Ann left me a text and Dad left me a voicemail. Ann said they're going to bed now and I phoned but no answer so I bet they're plumb tired, whatever happened. I wonder if they took the heart pump out. I wonder if they were there all night. My cousin, Billy, is there too, Billy and Uncle Jim were pretty close.
I know he's in heaven.
My pastor says he's done a lot of funerals (of course, he's a pastor) and that sometimes family of the deceased will say to Pastor afterward, "So, do you think he made it to heaven?" Pastor has to say he doesn't know. That's what he tells them. He told us in church, if your own family has to ask if you made to heaven, then what do you think? He asks questions that make us think. So, yeah, I have a pretty good general idea of who embraces the doctrine of the Holy Bible as true and for certain, and those who are unsure, and those who don't. Uncle Jim did for sure. So. I'll miss him. I think it's been a couple years since I saw him. But he was with everyone in San Diego at Christmas and they had a really good visit. My sister said it was hilarious because Dad, Uncle Jim and Aunt Dennie were joking with each other but half the time they couldn't hear what the other one said. She said she suspected that they had "selective" hearing. Haha! Even at his advanced age, he drove back to Nebraska and stayed with family every year. My father does too. He's gone there every year for his whole life because that's where Grama lived and his sister is there and the Nebraska family. He's got a big house and garage filled to the brim with tons of Corvette and motorcycle things. He was a gearhead. That's what he called car people. Goodness, that'll be a ginormous job clearing it out.
Now three children are left of six. My dad, the baby of the family, Aunt Gail who is one and a half years older than Uncle Jim, and Aunt Dennie, the second from the eldest. Seems odd. Like an outfit that doesn't fit right. I don't like it.