My beloved father, James Harold Hawthorne, has entered the bridal chamber of Your glory where the rejoicing of the celebrants and the unspeakable delight of those who behold the ineffable beauty of your kind face never ends. All because You have risen. Glory to You. Keep him for me, Jesus. Love him well, Lord. Love him well.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there will be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." Rev. 21:4
Goodbye, Daddy. Jesus took care of this. I'll see you later, okay.