Discussion»Statements»Rosie's Corner» My dad passed away one afternoon in January 1960 during his nap before work(night shift hours). His reward for being a GOOD MAN?.
My dad passed away one afternoon in January 1960 during his nap before work(night shift hours). His reward for being a GOOD MAN?.
He had a slight smile on his face as if he were enjoying something. I always thought that was his reward. No lengthy illness. No long-term suffering. No pain. What better way is there than that I wonder?
I think most of us hope that we will leave this earth quietly in our sleep with no pain and no protracted illnesses. I don't think of it as a reward for being good. Rather, it is just our time to go.
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