TITLE: The Knock - June 26, 2012
By Patty Roszmann
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A few years ago, my father-in-law Fred, passed away. He was a man of God, husband, father of five, grandfather to twelve and friends to countless others. After a short illness, he died at the young age of sixty-six.
My husband, Dave, had made several trips to see his father prior to his death. His parents lived about five hours away. Near the end, our whole family including our three children made the trip to his bedside to say our good-byes.
About a week after that trip, Dave and I had been out for the evening. It had started to snow on our way home and a pristine blanket of white covered our driveway and yard. We turned in for the night and went to sleep.
A little while later a loud knocking at our front door woke me and I went to see who it was. Dave and the kids and even our dog, Pepper never stirred. No one was at the door and there were no footprints on our front doorstep. Puzzled, I returned to bed only to be startled by the phone ringing. This time my husband woke and answered the caller.
My brother-in-law was on the other end with the tragic news that dad had in fact passed away a few minutes before. We sat up for quite a while talking, crying and praying about the loss to our family. I can’t explain the knocking at the door that woke me up earlier but I like to take comfort in the belief it was Fred giving us his final good-bye as he passed into the presence of His Lord.
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