A devout Catholic all of his life, Bob contracted polio at fourteen. His affliction seemed only to deepen his conviction. Although he struggled with health issues throughout his years, his faith never faltered.
Last year, at 84, he found himself in the hospital and before long, in the Hospice Center.
Bob professed the truth until his last peaceful breath.
Shortly before he passed from this world, he shared that he had no doubt where he was headed. On one visit, Bob cast his eyes and finger heavenward and confided in his grandson, Zach, “Jesus is the way…”
On a visit before Bob went to be with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, his daughter stayed past dark - which was unusual considering her two hour commute:
“I’m sorry Dad, I have to get Zach home. He has school tomorrow.”
He had been in a good mood all day and looked toward the table and chairs in his room and smiled, “That’s okay … Jay will stay with me.”
I was a bit taken aback, “Who’s Jay?”
Once again, Dad looked at the empty table and chairs, and then returned his gaze to me. He was smiling and somewhat laughing, “I don’t know, but he said he would stay.”
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