My 94 year old friend "went to be with grandpop" today.
I saw her moments before she departed, stroking her hair and silently praying as I left the house. The family tells me I hadn't turned the corner in my car when she slipped away, silently and in peace. "She walked out the door with you," they said.
Lillian's great grandson (who has the same name as me), said that his vision of heaven is a place where she will walk around, even though she has wings, and where she can find a great diner.
I'll tell you, I'd be happy with that. But I do believe that there's more, much more, and better in store for Lillian.
So goodbye friend. I'll be seeing you.