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He was a hero especially to his unit in WWII. For a better picture of this you can read what I said at the funeral here.
His death though was anything but dignified. For the last several weeks of his life he was increasingly unable to care for himself. He needed help to bathe. He needed help to go to the bathroom. He was an incredibly modest and proper man. In those weeks he was helped by some really gracious people. All of them were women. While he never complained, I know he was embarrassed.
When I got to his room the morning of the 21st there were four medical personnel working on him. They had the hospital bed sitting up and he was leaning to his left with his head tilted forward and his mouth open as if he was gasping for air. He was unresponsive. There was some black matter on the front of his gown. It seemed that it had finally come out of his lungs.
A few minutes later he was gone.
This hero, this man who had been described as a southern gentleman, who was always concerned about making sure that his external presentation matched his commitment to excellence in all that he did, in his final moments had been exposed, had expelled matter from his lungs, and had lost control of his body.
We were not created to physically die. Physical death is the consequence of rebellion against God, Romans 6:23. We were created in the image of an infinite God. We were meant to live with Him forever. Our choice of sin resulted in our eventual physical death. However, our soul continues to live on. In dad’s case, he had trusted Christ. He had accepted that he needed Christ’s death as a substitution and payment for his sin. So as he took his last breath, he entered into the presence of His savior.
There is dignity in that.
Not in the consequence of our sin.
Since dad has passed away many people have told us they were sorry for our loss. I want to share some thoughts on that tomorrow.