When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder

I will never forget riding on the back of your ponies as you guided us through the pasture...

Or the way the gravel road crunched beneath your boots. 

I will never forget the way you measured our height by the buttons on your shirt...

 

Or how proud you were to work in your garden.

On Sunday, you decided it was time to rest. No more work. No more suffering. No more pain.

We said our goodbyes and reminded each other of your favorite stories. 

Home just won't be the same without you.

Nanny misses you so much. She even said she wanted to go with you. 

It's going to be really hard without you, but soon she'll be able to look back and enjoy her memories.

Goodbye, Pawpaw Dan. I love you and miss you so much.

"When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,

And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;

When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,

And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there."