Six years ago, on Easter Sunday, my father-in-law went to be with the Lord. It was very sudden and he just quietly slipped away in his sleep.
We were still very unsure of my husband's future and he "felt" like his father had died because it's not "right" that an adult child should die before his or her parent. He thought that his mother would die soon also.
It was a hard Easter Sunday morning, and yet we were all at peace - what a wonderful time to go to see Jesus.
On the "day" that celebrates Jesus resurrection, my father-in-law went home.
